Skip to main content

Berantakan



sudah berhari dada ini berkocak
entah apa yang menggoncangnya
hebat begitu terasa hingga seakan mahu pecah

air mata seolah bertakung namun tiada mengalir
yang tersimpan ini serasa hampir tak tertanggung lagi
dan aku kembali kebingungan

buntu.




kita
menjauh
dalam hati
rindu ini dah tak lagi terbendung

aku ingin memegang tanganmu
berjalan seiringan seperti dahulu
aku ingin memeluk bahumu
semesra yang kita pernah dulu

aku ingin kita jadi satu
macam kita dulu-dulu
ke sana ke mari sentiasa bersatu
tak pernah terpisah, atau menjauh

tapi dosa aku terlampau menggunung tingginya
dan kita makin jauh
jauh melepaskan genggaman yang dulunya erat
dan aku terus menghilang

menghilang dalam kesunyian
menghilang dalam kesepian
menghilang dalam sendirian

uzlah bersama Dia sentiasa menenangkan
tapi rindu ini buat aku berantakan
aku tak lagi mampu jadi ukhti yang diimpikan
langkah payah dan berat tapi aku mahu teruskan perjalanan

kita berdua, kerana Allah mahukan kita bersama
kita terpisah, kerana Allah mahu ajar kita satu benda

ukhti
ukhti
ukhti

rindu ini takkan pernah surut
biar janggal mana sekalipun
biar kekok mana sekalipun
aku akan tetap rinduimu

biar tiada yang faham ikatan kita
biar orang kata kita takkan kekal lama
biar semuanya runtuh sekalipun
aku tetap akan teguh memegang janji kita

kerana termeterainya ia disaksikanNya
tak mengapalah andai lompong atau camping di pertengahan jalan



langkah mencari mardhatillah bersamamu
akan terus aku jejaki





kerana aku terlampau cintakanmu
atas mitsaqan atas nama Yang Satu.



.ukhti, aku rindu.
maafkanaku
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Results are OUT!

bismillah. It's a wonderful day. Today is the day I get my A-Level results. Yippie!   It is however, due to my psychicness, that I won't carve a smile on my parents face. Had that feeling in my gut since July. It's a feeling of, discomfort. And nothing can shake it off. I'd like to say a lot here. About what happened to me since that particular July. But I'd end up whining things I shouldn't. Better save it for someone better to listen to. And to not-my-surprise, my results were under par. And I am not sad. At all. Well, maybe a little, but no mental breakdown whatsoever. This, however, never happened to me. I never went into an exam, and NOT pass. Never. Not the UPSR. Not PMR. Not SPM. *not trying to boast here* And this is the first. And I gotta tell ya. It doesn't hurt so bad. I've seen many of my friends went nuts and cry a lot after their results didn't come out as good as others. And I didn't know what to do, th
4 comments
Read more

Something Worth Promoting

bismillah. Hello! Hello! Buat adik-adik lepasan SPM 2011, adik-adik daftar ke mana lepas ni? Ni haa~ akak nak promote ni. Once in a lifetime chance. I want to promote to you.. KOLEJ TEKNOLOGI TIMUR! Well, people say we can't judge a book by its cover kan? So, akak tak maulah tayang wajah sebenar KTT Sepang ni. *hehe Kolej ni adalah antara kolej terkecil kat Malaysia. (kot) everything is in two blocks of shop houses. Can you imagine that? All the halls and libraries and musolla and the cafes and the staffrooms. Even our houses! One thing that awes me the most when I first came here is the way everything was planned to work. It's hard to imagine the way they first planned to place this and that in that small area. But it totally worked out! AWESOMEEE! A lot is going on while you're in KTT. We have activities like normal colleges do, but in a smaller scale (i guess) Yeah, it's easy to live here. You can't easily fly anywhere without a tra
2 comments
Read more

Take Me Back.

bismillah. It's been a while since I've been here. I didn't feel worthy enough to write again. But I promised myself that I won't quit. I browsed through my old facebook notes. And this is a particularly sad one, because I've been in the same circle for years, never learning my lesson. I am hoping by posting this, I myself am reminded. So, here goes. " Take Me Back " 28 September 2012 at 00:44 I'm walking into this room again. It's half full, but I am so alone. I can almost hear my heart thumping, as I tried so hard to hide how its beats were playing the notes I don't want people to ever hear. Fear. I'm scared to face you again here. The place where solace was so near, I could dream forever. I'm scared, because it has been long. I have been constantly leaving you. Giving excuses to myself, that by leaving I was actually finding myself. Lie. A big fat lie. The world has put a big blob of dis
Post a Comment
Read more