In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful



12 March 2015

Not ready



I saw him when i was walking through the crowd
He caught my eye,
And I
Seeking for the thing,
That are not sure
To be mine yet.


We walk together through the crowd,
Without knowing each other's thought,
I was happy for having 
That precious side
That I never thought for.


Suddenly he's running 
And fade from 
My vision
The crowd push me and
I fall


My face facing
The ground,
Making me realise that 
Reality is hurt


My hand grabbed by someone
He brought me up
And hold my hand 
I trapped in the million thoughts


I pulled my hand 
Just because to walk by myself
And escape from the 
Fantasy

Because 
I worth reality.