Poem For Her

She's gone..?
Where ever you are, i always know that we share the same world.
You and i breath the same air.
The sky above we stare the same.
Starry sky.
Fluffy swaying white cloud.
Same, same old thing.
The same deam from the moon.
Blazing but warm sun shine.
Anywhere, but your presence linger in my heart

Dream

she dream.
can't her dreams take her away?
then she would be happy.
she know it would bring her to her inner freedom.
she like her life and everyone around her,
but all she really want is freedom and dreams,
if it's one thing she would like to do more than anything,
it is to lay on a carpet on
long grass with flowers everywhere
around her,
watching the clouds
on a summer day,
she dream of a world
without worries,
and
she don't care about anything than herself,
but
she is not selfish,
for
she know that she would rather be alone,
so she don't concern about anything
but
that.
she love to listen to music,
letting the songs take her away.
she dream of a peacefull life.
No worries.
No judge.
People dont estimate
And
Make nasty comment.
If only her dream
can
take her away.
she would dream..
and dream..
for all she want
is to
DREAM....

5.00 a.m

5.00 a.m
I was woke up by a sudden gush of wind.
The wind was harsh but also slow.
Sending me to a slight shiver.
I was shivering,
But,
A cold sweat run down my head.
5.13 a.m
In dark, i stand still.
The wind swept away the sleep.
Its so queit.
No usual sound of cricket.
5.30 a.m
The heart beating so fast.
I can almost hear it.
If its another creature,
I think it would rip apart my chest.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
5.45 a.m
The wind suddenly died.
Then, the most beautiful voice i ever heard sang a melodious word.
A language i never heard of.
So strange, but so exquisite.
A serenade to a suffering and confuse soul.
Like a wind, my heart beat slow down.
The melodious word feel so peaceful.
God
is that what i've been looking for all this time?
You?
Yes, yes!!
Its you..
Now i found You, God..
I'm coming God, i'm coming..
Your humble servant coming..

P/S: sorry if the are mistake. I'm on rush. Can't find Mr. D too..

A walk through memory

I saw it again.
The memory.
One that haunted.
One that hated.
A walk back.
Returning my conscience.
To the memory.
The road that was closed.
Once open.
Is open again.
My memory keep flooding.
One that i dreaded.
One i want dead.
The memory is back.
Glowing and growing.
The dreaded and the one hoped dead.
All because the thing return back.