Your prayers are the loudest  in your empty,  quiet heart. Today, it will be filled with furnitures and becomes the room to the one that owns the keys to reside into ...

He was every wish granted after every prayer but time is the wind that blows the candles with the extinguished fire, he vanishes. ...

you are a breathe of fresh air after days of fuzzy hurricanes like a meadow field your touch is warm as i lie down on a sunny day  -fuck, i can’t finish this.  there have been many attempts of me trying to write a poem for you, giving justice to all the men that I have praised and...

Are we faili...

kita rupanya sama sahaja. mencurahkan segala warna hati di atas mukasurat kosong ini dan aku bagaikan menyentuh bekas luka lama tatkala membaca setiap bait kata-kata yang tak terungkapkan ah, sakit. terasa ngilunya. mungkin harus saja ia hanya untuk ditulis kerana setiap ayatnya sudah menghiris...