Kehilangan

This is my first piece which consists of Bahasa Melayu and English. It’s written for Serge A. Bushoki for one of the song he is composing.

Termakbul satu impian
Yang ku sangka hanya khayalan
Untuk bersama Sri kandi idaman
Ibarat Tun Teja kerap menjadi rebutan

Bermulalah kisah cinta
Ku yakin tiada tandingnya
Dunia ibarat henti seketika
Tatkala berlayarnya bahtera cinta kita
Ku harapkan akan kekal abadi
Musnah atas kelemahan diri
“Aku cinta padamu” menjadi kata tiada ert
“Aku milikmu”, terhapus sudah satu janji.

Reminiscing how we used to be
Rocking the night and living the day
Inseparable as Clyde and Bonnie
No one could stand in our way
We used to plan how our future will be
Name of our children and how many babies
The kind of house we will live into
And problems that we will be facing through

Who ever thought we would fall
When we’ve gave our all
Trust was the recurring issue
Often separate me and you
In this presence of loneliness
I wish we were more mature
In defending our happiness
So our love would have last forever

Tiada frasa mampu ku damparkan
Untuk mengembalikan apa yang didambakan
Tamatnya perjuangan cinta
Yang telah ku kerahkan segala keringat tak kira masa

Segala kenangan tak akan ku persia
Kau insan pertama membuatkan ku bahagia
Memperkenalkan erti cinta
Entiti yang dahulu tidak ku percaya
Tiada indahnya dalam kehilangan cinta
Tapi ku yakin wujudnya kebahagiaan untuk kita berdua.

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I Will Never Get To Tell You

I will never get to tell you
This feeling
I have for you
The joy that you bring
Every time I speak to you

The ecstasy that I feel
Hearing your giggle
The tiredness that you killed
And take me off this world,
With bliss and serenity,
You been showering me,
While gloomy and misery,
Being murdered inside of me.

You didn’t know all that,
As those are secret facts,
Badly as I wanted to,
I will never get to tell you.

Miss Sunflower

Another piece written for a close friend of mine, Siam Aouchi

Talks about insanity,
Let me introduce you this lady,
Who I know less than a year,
But it feels like forever.

Casablanca is where she’s from,
Loves to party from night till dawn,
Prefer being simple yet stunning,
Hard to stop once started talking.

But above all those,
There is something you must know,
Shoved away her craziness,
She is among the nicest.

A good companion,
Especially in time of need,
As you will never be abandon,
With advices she will feed.

Sunshine, as some calls her,
She loves to bring sounds of laughter,
Sunflower as her favourite flower,
Similar, she often out-shined those around her.

To know her is a pleasure,
Being a close friend is even better,
Siam Aouchi, Miss Sunflower,
I hope you’ll stay like this, forever.

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