A Tale of a Mother and a Daughter

I shall tell this story; over and over again,
To my future off-spring and their children,
As time would come for them to act rebellious,
Out of state of anger as they are furious.

To them I'll say,
I've been through that phase,
When I hated my mother and yelled at her face.

You'd think she doesn't love you but your brother instead,
When you took your pain and tears to your bed,
You'd say you're different and none should be compared to you,
All her mistakes she would try to undo.

Before you point fingers and say horrible things,
Think of the time when she brought you books,
The tune of the nag which she often sings,
Once she was a child and you inherit her looks.

If you are still angry then think of her,
That your words could make her heart sober,
How she raised you and tossed her dream of a lawyer,
That she didn't become one just merely your tailor.

It's undeniable that you're not your mother,
It is not a fiction its originality don't you bother,
Keep this always in your immature little head,
You ought to be thankful before her existence fade.

If you're a Muslim then remember this well,
Here is your only time so do not swell,
Even if you turn away she would never repel,
She loves you so much even if she couldn't tell.

It took me so long to write this for her,
Because it is so hard to describe my mother,
To think less and feel more is way easier,
This is a tale of a mother and a daughter.

I Love Thee Not For Thee To Love Me

Oh! I love thee,
Not for thee to love me.

But how ownderous would it all be,
If your heart and eyes belong to me.

Have our words in hopes of prayer,
May you and I be a modest of lover.

What joy will it all bring?
On the day you give me the ring.

How marvellous would it all turn out?
Your confession is what it's all about!

How simple could things be if,
'I love you' can we simply give.

Not that I don't want all these wonderous of joy,
To endure our love wouldn't we enjoy?
These hopes has turned into mountains and hills,
For the hole in our hearts to be fulfilled.
Though all seem to stop when your clues said NO,
Thus that shall be it-I gave in to the final bow.

My love for you will never be forgotten,
This manupulative feelings should never be rotten.

Here I am happy but inside I suffer,
To write my feelings on a pure white paper.

I will always remember;
I love thee..
Not for thee to love me.

My Guy of Dream

My guy of Dream
I know I'll want him
To be his all is what I aim
And have his heart shall I claim

Words are out of need for love
With blessing from all Above
At our path should never curve
To Mighty Allah will we serve

Giving everything expecting nothing
We will pass the yearning and yelling
To gaze his eyes and find hope
All the problems we might just cope

My guy if dream will I marry
Have some off-spring should we be happy
Not a lawyer,businessman nor a celebrity
Nothing like that but only a Daddy

Take my hand and he will lead
Do some chores and play with the kids
Live for God but stays besides me
Give some space and we are free

During sunset laugh with each other
With silent understanding moments we'll gather
Cross the field and endure the weather
Companies with emotions will feel much better.

His smiles should make me shine
His eyes are so full
His ears will always be open
His words are never dim
His heart remains mine
He shall forever be,
My guy of dream.

This poem (Don't before you do)

This poem,
Like every song in the world,
Will have to end.

This poem,
Like every hopeful hearts,
Wants to be heard.

This poem,
Like every tears shed,
Wants to be seen.

These words,
Came from deep down inside,
Unspeakable yet unbearable.

This piece,
Have a heart of a soul,
Chose a path on its own,
Battle with its inner-self.

But this time,
I have a paper and a pen,
Whole-heartedly,
No universe or man,
Can neither be like this.
Torn apart from every bit of second,
Eating blood and tears,
Of its own graveyard.

No eyes can see,
No ears can hear,
No mouth can whisper,
Until the end of time,
It'll stay in the corner,
Hiding from one's knowledge.

Nothing can be changed,
All will end,
Neither will suffer,
Of its owner in grief,
Like none other.

Sadly this folk has reached its limit,
This poem is at end,
But not for this pain.
Its everlasting,
It stays,
It won't go away.

Spare your chances,
Use it for another,
This moment like my hole,
Has no possession of meaning.
Walk away,
Escape before you're caught,
Its sunset for me,
But still dawn for you.
Stop before you start,
Drown before you swim,
Fall before you walk,
And don't before you do.

New Year!

Fear none,
For a new year has begun.
This is the point of no return,
So let your passion be burnt.
Be ready as you are about to change,
And taking every new phase.
Open your mind so you would see,
Open your heart and let it be,
This is the preparation for you and me!