The 'I'

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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