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There was a time,
Once. Twice.

Coloured every
colour,
shaded every
shade.

A blind soul,
a fool drunk
in love
with the world.

That, was once. Twice.

For the blind,
found life in
another.

Let go.

Then I felt,
the world
loved me back.

Tak tau lah tahun Jepon ke berapa aku tulis ni. Found it in one of the pages in my journal.

Playing and Reality

A Day Like This

It's like wearing my
heart out,
when it's really
buried deep beneath.

Like being read like
a book,
just by listening.

Like an open surgery
of my very own Soul.

Without lifting a limb.

Without doing anything.

Why and how
is it that
you see what I see?

Just because it's a really, really good day. Alhamdulillah.

Buat yang terlupa.

Tatkala,
tampilan dunia
seolah berpesta
dan aku
berjelaga
dengan kekosongan
yang tidak berdasar;

di manakah cahaya?

Tatkala,
manusia yang
ramai tidak
memenuhi
pencarian jiwa;

adakah itu suara kehilangan?

Bukan diluar
jawapannya,
dari Mula
sudah dikuburi
dalam jiwa.

Bukan lagi
mendekati
malah makin
terkubur ke dalam.

Aku ke luar mencari,
pulang
tangan kosong.

Aku ke dalam mencari,
terserempak
kau di luar.