Backfired.

Untold stories about us are still in the book of a thousand chapters. Is it me or you who's eyes are wrapped with the black cloth and unable to see the truth in between eyes. The flow of the music faded with a stop in the very last minute without showing a possible ending. Somehow you got me thinking....is it safe to discover the truth from you? Or would it be a suffering for me to let it go?

Sometimes in the middle of a depression season, you came with a smile and questions putting me on lacking decision of running away. A scene from a movie where a man describe a part..." If he walks out but stop and turn towards her, then he will never leave...but if he keeps on walking, he will never come back". Well you put me in this scene where I would stop and stare at you just to stay back and wait for a moment.

Even though I knew from the beginning that the sense of fake and unreliable reasons applied every second I tried to push in but this heart just kept on beating the same name since Summer. Letting you climb the top first made me weak behind. Efforts efforts efforts...that's what I did so far but nothing more than a black hole I got as a return. Isn't it obvious to you at all to see the reality coming at you this instance? I would bet with the whole of Paris saying that even a twelve year old kid can understand the possibilities. Your reactions were just too dull for me and you reasons were predictably common.

I just can't figure out why and why you manage to clear your name with a double faced masks. This part of the story, you are just too mean to be called queen of hearts but the other side of it...people adore you with respects and smiles. A small knowledge is that, if you caused a broken heart...there will be no space for you in love even if you have a million people pushing you from the back.

And now that i'm backfired because of the pouring love I gave to you, you are just another story which is never true in the history of a human's life and you will stay that way until you reverse the circle you made from your own actions.

Close

If you could see how close I want to get,
If you could feel how close I want to be,
If you could realize how close I want to stay,

Then you would try to make the close meet.

And the close, one.

But would you now?

7 December 2010

Yes it is. Two major things to be noted for me :
1) Basically, I'm 21 years old. So called, the "legal" age in our pretty state of America.
2) Its a new calendar change for me. Its Awal Muharam for the Muslims. Well, not really sure if I should say its a good motion of flow or its a coincidence but all I can think of is that, this day marked the best start of my real life in this world and I shall keep this in mind cause in me, it should be the day I start something new and turn those mistakes around and make them a success.

Thankful is the only word I can express for those who mentioned the wish of " Happy Birthday" to me. I hope we could take the highway together and reach the same end where the sun sets with a beautiful flash on its behind.

I'm sorry if I say that I don't really count the days until this day came but i'll definitely make use of this day with great and smiley things. Usually, I don't show care for the birthdays that I had before this but this year, a new shine just passed through me and I want that shine to stay.

On this very day, I shall reverse all the things that I missed last year ( for Muslim) and grab them back. I will crawl to you if I have to and ask you to hold my hand with no more letting it go. I'll make sure that i'll have the right to look into those pretty eyes of yours forever. I will love all those people who showed me love and finally take the victory that I have been fighting for the whole four seasons. Trust me, I will never loose.

At the same time, bringing myself close to Him is my main action on this very minute cause the air I breathe and the body I have belong to Him. I shall praise Him the most insyaAllah.

Last- till we meet again December 7 2011.



Photo by Merci Scharned

A new one.

Photo by Mariooma Meme.

A thing that I want to do.

Drop everything now, meet you in the pouring rain.

Whisper, " Baby, lets run " and move straight towards the sunset.

Forget that we ever known each other and make each day an interesting flying new day.

Go back to June where it all starts.

Days where we sleep without sounds filled with dreams we never thought of having.

That's how I want it to happen.

But if there's a chain in front of your door, I understand.