Tuesday 8 October 2013

Tired

Im tired of this life
Where people just being selfish
Thinking of nothing
But only themselves
As if the world only goes around them
As if I am their slave
To devote my life for them
For their freaking own life
Do they not see ME?

They are tired?
Trying to tell me I am not?
What about ME?
If everyone is tired
And everyone throws faces
Showing their emotions
Wouldn't it make it worst?
Huh?

I was fine
But now, I am tired
Tired of you
Cause everything is just about you.

Maybe
Just maybe
I AM THEM.

Tuesday 1 October 2013

remain forgotten

It is just sad to see things change. So fast that at one point we stop and take our time looking back at a place called yesterday. Yesterday, when everything was fine. No war. No fight. Just you, me and us.

That was an intro. An introduction to...
Today.
With this simple phrase, I start. This writing is what I think of Today. What we should together do for a better Today from my view. A view of another one of you.

There is unjust everywhere
Greed is our scenery
Ungrateful in each heartbeat 
Directed by blind we travel across
Simply to make our world a miserable place

Leading this nation blindly
We determined to win
Celebrating the success with hate
not with love

We are in thirst
We choose to drink the sea water 
instead of the river
We become dehydrated 
We die in thirst of Love.

Blinded with wealth
Indeed we forgot
With envy we killed
The dead is forgotten 
History become his story
A story of others that fade
Falling into the same hole
Indeed we forget

Surat At- Taubah [9 : 25]
لَقَدْ نَصَرَكُمُ اللَّهُ فِي مَوَاطِنَ كَثِيرَةٍ وَيَوْمَ حُنَيْنٍ إِذْ أَعْجَبَتْكُمْ كَثْرَتُكُمْ فَلَمْ تُغْنِ عَنكُمْ شَيْئًا وَضَاقَتْ عَلَيْكُمُ الْأَرْضُ بِمَا رَحُبَتْ ثُمَّ وَلَّيْتُم مُّدْبِرِينَ
Allah has already given you victory in many regions and [even] on the day of Hunayn, when your great number pleased you, but it did not avail you at all, and the earth was confining for you with its vastness; and then you turned back, fleeing.