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Monday, 8 July 2013 @ 15:31 

There's something about standing
   between a perfume and a coffee shop,
the blend of bittersweet smell;
the living tale of love and hate,
tells well when you're standing
   between a perfume and a coffee shop.






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Ask
Wednesday, 19 December 2012 @ 12:08 

Ask the world to feed you love
and the sun will enfold you
its warmth will remind you
of blankets of the seas
the low tide waves
soft caressing your skin
comfort will it bring

Ask the world to feed you love
and the moon will smile at you
its light will guide your lips
from one tip to the other tip
ear to ear
soon you'll hear
crickets sing
peace will it bring

Ask the world to feed you love
and trees will embrace you
their twigs will scratch the threads of your clothes
thrust into your skin; from head to toe
blood shall flow
still, the leaves
will shelter you forever
while you stand beneath them alone
they'll be the roof of your home
safety will it bring

Ask the world to feed you love
and mountains will call out to you
their icy tip breeze will eerily
echo a powerful melody
of coldness and agony
but dress your mind with the garments of a king
and continue climbing with arms reaching
one step onto the other
your feet will know no shiver
your teeth will know no quiver
and when you are up there
ask your eyes to conquer
the every delights of the earth
success will it bring

Ask the world to feed you love
and you will find a coffee shop
its sensuous design may tingle your heart
its fragrance's divine; may toy with you mind
intoxicate you to welcome yourself in
as lightness dances all over your skin
and you will float about
till you drop on the floor
and you see there before
your eyes
your ears
your nose
your tongue
a face
of a familiar stranger
who rhymes with your future
and when both gazes meet
war will it bring
sickness will it bring
madness will it bring
but so does comfort
but so does peace
but so does safety
but so does success

love,
will it bring.

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My Du'a
Saturday, 15 December 2012 @ 22:01 

Dear, Allah S.W.T.
I may not remember all du’a
from the earliest Prophets,
may not remember how they sound like,
may not know how to recite them,
and what do they mean.

So, I’m here to make my own.

And that You listen to every word
from every language in the world.
My du’a is,
I believe still as honest
as the ones
from the most pious men.

Dear, Allah S.W.T.
 Here is my du’a. The most humble du’a I can make.

But before that I need to tell you
something that I know You’ve known already
even before my birth to this world.

I have fallen for many men.
My heart has been shaken by them.
Sometimes they vanish in a flash.
But there are some who stay.

Vanish or stay,
this has ruined not just the walls of my heart
but also weakened my faith at large.

Dear Allah S.W.T.
I keep myself reminded:

Men are human,
with hearts that toss and turn
with faith that drowns and burns.
They soon will rot or be eaten
by insects of the deepest earth.
They die.

But whatever should I do?
I feel my heart goes vacant,
every time they are gone.

As if there is no You, too.
Blame me for being a fool.

Dear Allah S.W.T.
Please, please I beg You
not to take my precious faith away.
I just need a company, the one that stays
till the last of my breath.
I don’t want many

just one man

but not a man
if that man leaves me astray,
if that man pushes You away.

Dear Allah S.W.T.
I hope You’re still listening.
I hope You’re not yet bored
as I said my du’a is still
as important as the words
of the most pious men in the world.

Dear Allah S.W.T.
To tell you the truth,
I have fallen for someone, I do,
but I’m not ready to compete him with You,
as You should be put first
though he satisfies my thirst,
for human love,
for worldly life.

Dear Allah S.W.T.
If this man is the one who is true,
the man who will remind me of You,
who without further ado,
fearfully will seek for You,
if both him and I forget,
if both him and I neglect,
if both him and I restrain,
if both him and I disdain,

in a way that displeases You,

make my love to him stay
make me feel it is okay
to make bond with him a delay

till You say it’s time
to tie the tightest knot
if by then I own no dime
or develop a second thought

Confirm my heart that he is indeed
a gift to me from you.

But, dear, Allah S.W.T.,
If he’s a mere test
please, put my heart to rest
I don’t need another pest,
don’t need my heart to go west.

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