recapture the dream

I want to come back to you
want to feel happy
about you again.
I want to look up at your eyes
and giggle with glee
not see the reflection
of the pain

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you've caused me.
I want to feel merry and good
and grateful for your love
not distant and remote
and somewhere far above.
I want to fly to your arms
like a child
sailing off a swing.
I want to remember
the warmth
your loving can bring.
I'm so tired of the chill
the winter
the snow.
Can't we rekindle the fires
and bring back the glow?
So much between us
so much sorrow
it would seem...

antara doa dan harapan

Janganlah kelambatan masa pemberian Tuhan kepada mu
padahal engkau bersungguh sungguh dalam berdoa
menyebabkan patah harapan
sebab Allah telah menjamin menerima semua doa
dalam apa yang Ia kehendaki untuk mu
bukan menurut kehendak mu
dan pada waktu yang ditentukanNya
bukan pada waktu yang engkau tentukan.

-Terjemahan Al-Hikam

Sad

Sad is a place that is deep and dark

like the space under the bed.

Sad is a place that is high and light

like the sky above my head.

When it's deep and dark

I don't dare go there.

When it's high and light

I want to be thin air.

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Sometimes sad is big
It's everywhere, all over me.

                                   Sometimes I'm sad and I don't know why
                                   It's just a cloud that comes along and cover me up.

Where is sad?
Sad is anywhere
it comes along and finds you.

                                            When is sad?
                                            Sad is anytime
                                           it comes along and finds you.

                                                                                       Who is sad?
                                                                                       Sad is anyone
                                                                                      It comes along and finds you.


Excerpts from
Michael Rosen's Sad Book

Finding my way to You

Today
I realise
more than other days
that
sometimes
for some of us
we would have
to lose
everything
and everyone
we love
before
we can
find
our way
to
Allah.

when sorrow is a blessing

I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, "It tastes sweet, does it not?" 
"You've caught me," grief answered, "and you've ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow when you know it's a blessing?"

- Jalaluddin Rumi -