This new layout triggers me to write, even though i have nothing on my mind to spill out. Tomorrow is Aidiladha. Wow! Time really skates like Tony Hawk. Salam Aidiladha to Muslims worldwide. I'm happy to be home, in Ipoh. KL makes me sick, literally SICK; headache, cramps, asthma, etc. But there's one problem with me; I tend to spend my time home giving all the attention to this screen. I thought I was listening to the rain when it's actually the air-cond making buzzy noise. I'm planning to jot down something nice tonight; good, memorable words. Let's see if my plan works. But I need to run down and get some lemang first ;p. Please excuse my improper route of writing.
"Kewarasan ini penat dipaksa timbul, menghalang ruang bagi pelali. Sampai bila mampu begini? Tak sanggup-ku abadi kerana terdera sudah segala emosi."
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Not again
Awan berat menampung hujan
Menanti tibanya detik tertitis
Sungguh jiwa tak mampu menahan
Ragu dan racun yang menghiris
Boleh saja membawa diri
Menutup mata, minda dan hati
Gagal-ku untuk mengawal peri
Malah bual terus menyanyi
Setia sungguh pada benar-ku
Menepis jauh jawab yang salah
Bertentang mata aku kaku
Hati ternyata mengalah
Maka pesan-ku terus
Berhati-hati jalan-mu
Kiranya ada terlintas lagi
Pasti sapa itu janji-ku.
Menanti tibanya detik tertitis
Sungguh jiwa tak mampu menahan
Ragu dan racun yang menghiris
Boleh saja membawa diri
Menutup mata, minda dan hati
Gagal-ku untuk mengawal peri
Malah bual terus menyanyi
Setia sungguh pada benar-ku
Menepis jauh jawab yang salah
Bertentang mata aku kaku
Hati ternyata mengalah
Maka pesan-ku terus
Berhati-hati jalan-mu
Kiranya ada terlintas lagi
Pasti sapa itu janji-ku.
Iva Munira.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Bitchcraft
If only I can wash away my sins every time I close my eyes.
If only I can turn back time so that I can turn my back on them.
I bite my own neck and suck my own blood,
for I do not share, nor do I care.
Life is something I call life. Let's not complicate the matter so much.
This is life we're talking about, not death.
Let life be complicated as it is now, for we do not know when we'll lose it.
Memapah erti carut dan karut di bibir yang songsang,
mengundang payah pada pembawakan diri.
Maka, teruskan mengusir yang sementara,
kerana yang kekal itu mati.
Mungkin bibir bijak berbicara
hanya kerana tandusnya nasib
Namun di kala malang itu hilang
butir peribadi terbang jauh melayang.
I am temporary.
If only I can turn back time so that I can turn my back on them.
I bite my own neck and suck my own blood,
for I do not share, nor do I care.
Life is something I call life. Let's not complicate the matter so much.
This is life we're talking about, not death.
Let life be complicated as it is now, for we do not know when we'll lose it.
Memapah erti carut dan karut di bibir yang songsang,
mengundang payah pada pembawakan diri.
Maka, teruskan mengusir yang sementara,
kerana yang kekal itu mati.
Mungkin bibir bijak berbicara
hanya kerana tandusnya nasib
Namun di kala malang itu hilang
butir peribadi terbang jauh melayang.
I am temporary.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Shaaban
If only I can get away with murder?
If only I can turn back time?
If only I can be more appreciative?
If only lust is meant for one person and that person only?
If only I didn't do it?
The IFS are not doable, everything has been done.
Say your prayers. Time is brake-free.
If only I can turn back time?
If only I can be more appreciative?
If only lust is meant for one person and that person only?
If only I didn't do it?
The IFS are not doable, everything has been done.
Say your prayers. Time is brake-free.
Iva Munira.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Super
Thank you for everything; both good and bad things. I owe u a lot. Never will I forget you, and I hope for the same thing from you. Have a great journey ahead.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
1024
Today ain't the 24th of October but I'm missing the night when it all started. I would wanna repeat that night, just to feel the same way I felt. I just want you to know that I'm glad to have you in my life. Regrets? None.
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