Actually, at this time, right now, I do am arguing about my existency as a human.
The whole process of "thinking" that I can't understand yet, it just like, swalaa~ confusing, mind freaking, madness and psychotic thought...

Just like this question.

While you read this post, who is the real one who read this post? Is it you? Or your brain?
And if it is your brain, then, who is the one who controlling the brain?

That's it. That's how I do become to get bored with this bored. Even I can't simply describing and understanding about who is the real "me"?

Song of the people that left behind this age

Have you ever feel that...
Your life is a total nonsense.
Your hardwork is nothing better than a sweat.
Your honesty is just a good deed for your God.
And your "Life Plan" is just a thing for your subconscious alter ego.

And your dream about a whole new world...
Where your dream, love and hope comes true...
A place, where you are not alone...
A place that full of happiness and joy...

Then you started to arguing about your memory, your existence...
Your origin, your homeland and
another half of yours and we called that as love...
And of course about this world, kinda illusion...

A study from Physical Molecular said that "Things" that we seen is some amount of micro particles that vibrate in the same frequency...
Then I started to arguing my ears and eyes...
A study from BioChemist said that every single piece of living or not living things in this world are created from so many and various micro particle called an "atom".
And I started to arguing my eyes and skin...

And at last...
A study from Biological Molecular said that our memory is just a chemical codes composed from Sodium and Potassium.
And now I hate my brain.

Anyone??
Is there anyone out there that can patiently teach me the simple meaning of this thing that we called as "Life"?
I'm tired...
I need to rest and a place to let my hopeless soul lay down comfortly...
I need the blue sky that can let my vision resting at its best...
I need a warm and soft place to put down this tired bone to the ground....
And I need a glass of "Prayer" in a form of water to be drinked out...
I need a warm pool of life to let this tired feet down...
My hand?? Just keep it with me, I need this most.

Oh God...
Please let the Night sing a Good Bye song for my soul...
A song that can replenish your soul with the new spirited one...
A song that You play when a baby cry...

Oooh, a pure love...
Oooh, a fake life...
Oooh Allah, I miss You...

And another leaf has fall... 
Wind blows up that body and its soul to the sky... 
And the sky crying when that soul arrive... 
Only a good man that will be remembered after they gone...
A true kind-hearted human will be remembered...
Am I like that?
Be prepared...

Hitamku - Andra & the back bone

Masih adakah separuh hatiku
Yang kuberikan hanya untukmu
Ku harap engkau masih menyimpannya
Jangan kau pernah melupakannya

Maafkan kata yang t’lah terucap
Akan ku hapus jika ku mampu
Andai ku dapat meyakinkanmu
Ku hapus hitamku

Masih adakah separuh janjiku
Yang kubisikkan hanya padamu
Ku harap engkau masih mengingatnya
Jangan kau pernah melupakannya

Andai ku dapat memutar waktu
Semuanya tak kan terjadi

Ku hapus hitamku untukmu
(Simpan separuh hatimu)
Ku hapus hitamku untukmu
(Simpan separuh janjimu)
Ku hapus hitamku untukmu
(Simpan separuh hatimu)
(Simpan separuh janjimu)

"CINTAKU SEPERTI ILMU TAJWID"

Saat pertama kali berjumpa denganmu, aku bagaikan berjumpa dengan saktah, hanya bisa terpana dengan menahan nafas sebentar...
Aku di matamu mungkin bagaikan nun mati diantara idgham billaghunnah, terlihat, tapi dianggap tak ada...
Aku ungkapkan maksud dan tujuan perasaanku seperti Idzhar, jelas dan terang...
Jika mim mati bertemu ba disebut ikhfa syafawi, maka jika aku bertemu dirimu, itu disebut cinta...
Sejenak pandangan kita bertemu, lalu tiba-tiba semua itu seperti Idgham mutamaatsilain...melebur jadi satu.
Cintaku padamu seperti Mad Wajib Muttasil, Paling panjang di antara yang lainnya...
Setelah kau terima cintaku nanti, hatiku rasanya seperti Qalqalah kubro.. terpantul-pantul dengan keras...
Dan akhirnya setelah lama kita bersama, cinta kita seperti Iqlab, ditandai dengan dua hati yang menyatu..
Sayangku padamu seperti mad thobi'I dalam Al-Qur'an... Buanyaaakkk beneerrrrr....
Semoga dalam hubungan kita ini seperti idgham bilaghunnah yang cuma berdua, lam dan ro' ..
Meski perhatianku ga terlihat seperti alif lam syamsiah, namun cintaku padamu seperti alif lam Qomariah, terbaca jelas...
Kau & aku sepeti Idgham Mutaqooribain..
perjumpaan 2 huruf yang sama makhrajnya tapi berlainan sifatnya...
Dan layaknya huruf Tafkhim, Namamu pun bercetak tebal di fikiranku..
Semoga aku jadi yang terakhir untuk kamu seperti mad aridlisukun..
Subhanallah...
Sungguh bahagia insan yang telah menemukan cinta sejatinya, mereka ibarat tasbih & benang pengikatnya yang terajut menjadi satu untaian yang selalu disentuh satu demi satu oleh insan mulia yang bibirnya basah akan cinta kepada Rabb-Nya..

(Dinukil dari group WA)



Di copas dari FB seorang teman yang nge-share tulisan di atas, hehehe

three words

Who am I?
A simple sentence that contain three words.
Can you take it down in a second just to answer it?
Or maybe, you are still arguing about who you are itself?

If it then you answer it by "I'm a human."
Is that true?
Slowly, you'll feel something wrong with that answer.
Feels like unconnected answer if you plug it on that question.

So then, what is the correct answer for that damn three words?
To make it simple, I want you to use your eyes and look to my finger, can you see that?
Okay, now, use your eyes wisely and see all around you...

Is there something wrong with that?
I just wandering, where is my place in this reality.
By knowing where you are should be, then I think you'll know who you are.
Around this messy world and unjustice law.

Sometimes I said to the others "Be strong, never lose your hopes" by smilling to them..
With smile that I hope, it would give them more strength to face their life...
But in fact, I have no strength to face my life...
I'm powerless...

Sometimes, I said to the others "Let Allah decided, which way is the best for you"...
With a voice that would give them more power to believe to Allah...
But in fact, I always asking to myself "What would my life going to be?"...
I'm trying and trying to get the answer about that, only a dead end I found...

I'm looking, I'm trying and I'm thinking about the best for my life...
Feels like in search of a treasure, in some place I don't know...
And it feels like forever...
I thirst for hope...

Like searching something in the dark...
You walk and walk without any light...
You don't know what are you looking for...
But you believe that you'd know when you find it...

Feels like looking for nothing but it's very valuable...