August 5, 2010
gosh, I'm visiting the blog after so long. Thanks to Mav for ecnouraging me to come back. I know a few people here. I hope they'll recognise my initials. However, I thought I should make my re-debute with something I utterly love, and believe in. I wrote it last night, and I'm thinking of expanding it. But before I do that, I'll just share it.
I wear my scars with pride.
I'm found in the nourishment of pain.
I'm felt in the bliss of love.
I.m thumped under the feet of betrayals.
I'm risen by the faith.
I'm seen in the dark.
I hide behind your hurt.
Look, I really don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive, you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, you've got to make a lot of noise, because life is the very opposite of death...! Grace of ALLAH Some dreams I weaved were broken by the relentless winds of time devastated by life they were shattered in shreds lonesome I remained with traces of my wierd dreams on verge of my weariness on the ledge of my hopes I was behold by the grace of God, and I was given another slumber to muster up mycourage and weave some more dreams yonder I was not alone I was Tranquil by the sensation of my ecscorter Allah...! Its something that really tells the story of my whole past life, present life and future life. My whole world surroounds around this. Thanks to Asbah for writing it and sharing it with me. :-)