Bismillah..
the sound of dribbling cuts through the night
the sound of swoop as it touches the net
before it fells thud on the linoleum floor
while on a wooden floor
tentative steps moves slick and sure
the air disturbed in a subtle yet precise manner
movement most graceful
both calculated and intuitive
harnessing energy to something of worth
direction over aimless wandering
discipline over recklessness
there's a point in life when breaking a glass vase seems like a great idea
to watch something so fragile to break into million pieces
to see the hurt reflected in each of those pieces
unnamed
yet, an exhale of blessed relief
as if..one's been holding their breath for far too long
one argues with what s/he knows
it's a universal fact
reality has it..the world's a bigger places
a bigger spectrum of eternal wisdom
often..one forget about that
when you're holding on to something with dear life
when challenged, lashing out
because of own dire need to be heard
to blurt out the condemn
because if one had to hold on any longer
...
i'll be sick
truth has it
grown-ups doesn't necessarily know more
themselves capable of making mistake
of inflicting injury rather than cure
you don't choose your gender, skin colour, heritage, bloodline, social standing
but you 'can' choose your own circumstance
"Verily Allah does not change men's condition unless they change their inner self"
[ Ar-Rad, 13: 11 ]
betapa Allah sangat concern dgn tani
sampai DIA tanya, kita liat dalam diri kita kh nda
bukan apa yg org ckp, sekeliling tani, dimana atau dalam keadaan apa tani dilahirkan
tapi the NOW, siapa diri mu?
who do you want to be..
I want to be ME
i choose who i 'am'
and i choose who i'll become
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betapa Allah sangat concern dgn tani
sampai DIA tanya, kita liat dalam diri kita kh nda
bukan apa yg org ckp, sekeliling tani, dimana atau dalam keadaan apa tani dilahirkan
tapi the NOW, siapa diri mu?
who do you want to be..
I want to be ME
i choose who i 'am'
and i choose who i'll become
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