Tuesday, March 9, 2010

When i wish that I could fly..

Remember when you were a kid,
when you had wings and the world was simply a conceptual boundary of existence?
It used to be fun,
it used to be simple,
it used to be magic.

Suddenly,
someone cuts your wings and you are left hopeless,
stuck in the middle of nowhere, trying to achieve impossible goals with the weak bare feet of your human condition…
The soil hurts like hell, and your tears are no longer recognized amidst the sweat of deception.
This is what they call growing, the day someone cut your wings, and forgot to teach you how to fly again…

5 comments:

fikru1mustanir said...

Akhi...Islam will teach you how to fly again!

Steadfast to the flying manual given by Allah and His Rasul to you.

WUZARA said...

hahah...
sajak ini ana tujukan buat isteri yang dah lama tak terbang dalam mimpinya. ana kalau nak bersajak kena mood emo sikit, baru dapat ekspresi tu. Tapi tak boleh la nak lawan sajak2 FM.

Spaghetty Bolognese said...

just give her a magic carpet,
and let her free flying up into space...
to reach all her dreams...
as much as she wish....

but..
someday when she has to open her eyes...
she will badly cry out into pain..

keropok lekor said...

shahdu nampaknya....layan sajak pulakkk...

pejuang tak elok jiwang-jiwang sangat...

ada satu kata-kata hikmah yg saya baca di kelas saya semalam...

generasi pertama hebat kerana jihad dan pengorbanan, generasi kini lemah kerana banyaknya angan-angan...

ayo...mara berjuang, tak best la bersajak puisi ni...cukup tulis kat dairy...

WUZARA said...

Berselera betul, teghahari makan spaghetty petang keropok lekor pula.

Spaghetty;
Mana nak dapat carpet tu, kat Nilai3 pun tak jumpa.

Keropok Lekor;
Sesekali je berpuisi, mencari kelainan dalam susun bicara.