Sunday II

I try to descry the fancy rainbow when it appears along my way to you. It makes feel even low.The hovering mists and fogs around the hills hinder me to justify the beauty of that wonderful seven spectra further. It managed to divert the sorrows for a moment or so, but that perpetual longing of cuddling you keeps it still, inside.

My languished heart is still beating, feebly. The memories that tied tightly around it keeps me alive. The bruised soul that seems vacant since the day you left me, is still is and even more deserted. It has shrunk to a smaller size, and the surface of it rugged  , for it lacks your nourishing loves and affections.

Could you please at least be responsible for this one?

FEW MINUTES BEFORE DINNER.

I found new word today while I read the lecture notes. But that might not be a new word to you.

Incandescent 

It means (source)

; shining brightly.

; emitting visible light when being heated.

; characterized by ardent emotion, intensity or brilliance.

DRAW TO WITHDRAW

This late afternoon I was attacked by sudden headache. That was very discomforting. That was distracting my attention on my works. So, I took a mechanical pencil and test pad.

Actually, I was looking for plain A4 paper but there was none.

I started to draw.

I am not good at drawing, that one I admit. I am not Michelangelo, Da Vinci, Klimt or any other renowned painters. Anyway, have you seen their works? Here’s one attractive painting that amazed me – a great piece from Klimt.

Beautiful, right? There are many paintings from Klimt that I love but most of his paintings are erotic as he believed that is how to depict the art as ( which I got to disagree and don’t think proper to display ).

But there was one saying from him that I like.

“I can paint and draw. I believe this myself and a few other people say that they believe this too. But I’m not certain of whether it’s true.”

I HATE IT!

I hate it much when people throw out accusatory statements without beforehand investigating. I despise it the most when people put the blame solely on me when it is supposed to be an everyone’s fault.

It never a matter of who you are, or what position you hold, your attitude must be right. As a matured adult, who claimed to have gained a lot of experiences, I don’t expect you to behave in such idiotic way.

I know what is right to me. Of course, so long it doesn’t violate the creeds that I believe in, I consider it right. Simple.

When I think something that is not right, surely I will speak out. That is how I work.

The End.

 

 

Compunction

I listen to Maher Zain, Insha Allah whenever I feel I don’t have any hope to live. I feel relieved for I know that Allah will always accept repentance as long as we sincere and promised not to repeat the sins.

But, somehow I feel like there’s no more chance for me. I keep sinning. Repent for a moment, and later do the same offence again.

Sometimes, I think I lied to him, more frequent than  I lied to His creatures. How sinful! I promised to be a good Muslim. I promised to practice what is religiously right and promise to leave what is religiously wrong.