well, im quite busy right now to update this blog...huhu...
hmmm....soooo...when i was looking around my thumbdrive yg lama tu, i found the first poem i wrote, it was for my ex-gf..written 1-2 years back xD
well, things haf passed pownnn, why not i share bnda ni with y'all? xD ...well..enjoy
When I
When I'm thinking what I'm thinking,
I find myself thinking of you,
You keep on playing in my mind.
Day,Night,
evening,even dawn.
And when I'm thinking of you,
I realise how much I love you,
But before I realise how much I love you,
It grows bigger and bigger,
And become the master ,
The master who tells me that I need you more,
each and everyday.
Deep in my heart,dear
I know ,the same goes to you,
Because it comes from the same heart,
And this heart conquers all of the body,
With blood runs through it.
The whole of me is full of love towards you,
My darling, I Love You
Nik Akmal Hareez
Copyright ©2007 Nik Akmal Hareez
A Song
Melody and rhyme were together,
Flowing with the song perfectly
Flawlessly as one can see
But, a song
It is just a song
It starts and it ends,
When all the excitement, began
And suddenly, nothing were to understand
Nothing was right
Like a blind man, searching for a hope
Just hope that’s still hold and bind
Where is it now?
It seems all the lyrics
Was just a lyric, and the song
It’s just a song
While the rhythm and melody, were gone
Searching around, grasping
For a song to hold with
Nothing but emptiness were found
Like a room with no light, no air
Silent, it’s just silent, playing around
Fooling around, mingling
Too dark, to search the right path
A pathway to a nice rhythm for a song
Will there be the same song again
Hoping, merely hoping
Getaran Jiwa(click),teringat lagu ni plak..haha
Friday, September 19, 2008
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5 comments:
jiwengnyeeeee =.=
kannn oja! ahuk uhuk!.. lalala!
grrrrrrrrr >.<
waneee pinkkkk yuuu! huhuhu
komen pic :
1. pic bawah poem tuh - nafer mcm sulusarawak? =O
2. pic baru kat aussie : berkesan la wat molot cemtuh. nampak slim sket. hehe xD
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