Strangers

Now we're back to being strangers
    we once were

But that's okay
I like being your stranger
      not knowing you
and you, not knowing me


I just hate this thing in the middle
from being just random strangers
  to being back to strangers


I wish our paths didn't cross that day
so I wouldn't have to know
what a sweet person (I thought) you are
and what a narcissist you are


Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate 😝😝

Boy vs Man

I read somewhere about differences between a boy and a man. I thought I've printscreen-ed it, but too bad, I didn't.

But this is what I can remember:

A boy - focus on being served and provided

A man - focus on serving and providing

Aku terfikir, antara punca kepincangan institusi kekeluargaan dan masyarakat hari ini adalah disebabkan ini. Anak-anak muda tidak diasuh dan tidak dilatih untuk 'serve' dan 'provide'. Berapa ramai anak muda yang dari segi kudrat mental dan fizikal terlebih mampu untuk berdikari tetapi masih mengharapkan ihsan orang lain untuk hidup? Lebih 'pathetic', menyalahkan orang-orang sekeliling di atas pilihan hidup yang salah?

(**I emphasize on 'antara' because obviously, it is not the sole reason)

I believe this is among the 'WHYs' -  because our old boys refuse to grow up into a man. 

Jadi pesanku pada PEMUDA harapan bangsa;

Berhentilah merintih mengenang nasib dan menyalahkan semua orang dalam dunia.

Grow up and be a man. 

A real man.

Something Borrowed

I seek permanent
in something borrowed

and then get disappointed
when it's taken back


I forget the fundamental of the concept
that something borrowed
needs to be returned



Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate 😝😝

Just Another Poem of Humanity

This is just another humanity poem
intended for the human heart

But human rights
is becoming such a complicated thing
it's becoming more
                  than just 'right' or 'wrong'
so we no longer afford
having a heart
for it is such a heavy baggage


Nobody reads humanity
   people are too busy chasing prosperity



So there
   this poem
is better off unfinished

rather than unread

I Am Not

I Am Not

I am not gone

but all you feel

is my absence

I am not done

but all you see

is my imperfection

Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate 😝😝

Finding Light

Finding Light

I will find the light

in the darkest night

I will find the light

to warm the coldest fight

I will find the light

even hope is out of sight

I will find the light

despite my fright.

Not The One

Not The One

I wanted you to hear me

to see me

to value me

to adore me

but I understand now

Even if I write the saddest song

it will never get to your heart

because I am not the one you hear

I could pass you by everyday

but you will never look at me

because I am not the one you see

I could heal your wound

but you will never mind me

because I am not the one you value

I could be by your side

for the rest of eternity

but I will never make you laugh

because I am not the one you adore

I understand that now

and it's not your fault

and it's not me, either

I understand

I am not the one

and that's why I don't matter.

Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate 😝😝