Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow. 

Langston Hughes

mungkin suatu hari nanti rasa ini akan hilang.

Just feel tired and burn out right now.

As I Grew Older

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun-
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky-
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun! 

Langston Hughes

What I've been feeling these past few weeks.

Be With Those Who Help Your Being by Jalaluddin Rumi

Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people,
Whose breath comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms,
Your work is deeper.

A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don't try to fly,
And so break yourself apart,
You will be broken open by death,
When it's too late for all you could become.

Leaves get yellow.
The tree puts out fresh roots and makes them green,
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?

the best thing you could give to the people you love is your time.

WHEN WE TWO PARTED
by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)

HEN we two parted

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this.

 

The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow--

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame:

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame.

 

They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o'er me--

Why wert thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well:

Lond, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.

 

I secret we met--

I silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears.

we are often too busy talking and getting other to listen that we tend to overlook the most important thing to be done. we forgot to listen. listen and listen.

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become—
Who had they lived, had died but when
They died, Vitality begun. 

Emily Dickinson

when it..

when it hurts to let go,
know that it is the right thing to do.

never underestimate the power of pain,
for pain is the very essence of love,
the foundation of eternal devotion,
the only truth when lies are in abundance.

when it pains to walk away,
know that it is meant to be that way.

never mistake the power of faith,
for faith is the core of life,
the very fundamental element of rules,
the sole purpose of creation.

have faith in Allah for He would heal the pain of the heart,
even if it feels like nothing in this world would ever mean a thing,
for He will do everything in His power to fill up the emptiness,
and make you, me, we, us whole again,
InsyaAllah.

people make mistakes. they repent. then they do it again. the cycle goes on and on and on. but does this mean that there are no hope left for this kind of people? i am one of those who sinned, repent then repeat. aren't everyone? why, then, we judge those who make mistakes in the past as though Jannah would never be their future destination? i'm amazed by how people could employ the "holier-then-thou" attitude when, seriously, Allah create men who are imperfect in ways that differs from one to another. so, really, being judgmental should be a thing of the past for us by now. i mean it.