I'm trying

Hard

To surpress the inner fire.

It's not pretty

No

But it's there.

Unwanted

But it's there.

Spreading wild

Burning every inches

Of life essence

But it's there 

But it's there

But it's there

I'm trying hard 

I do.

hilang

kabus ini mengaburi mata 
hatiku
lesu menanti bayu janji manis
yang datangnya
entah bila
kelam malam yang pekat 
menyekat perjalananku menuju
esok
yang bahagia itu
masih bukan dalam genggaman
hujan harapan menyapa halus
tapi naik surutnya alangkah rakus
jauhari kini bingung 
manikam nya
hilang
entah kemana
manikam nya
entah siapa.

It's a simple decision after all

When we talk about the little prince and his rose,
I kinda think to myself;

"I'm more of the little prince,
and you are more of the rose"

Considering how I found your feelings overbearing last time.
(and the lack of appreciation for them)

It's like when I have nothing, and suddenly,
I am being given Everything.
It's more than a handful,
and  I haven't had a clue what to do with them!

Slowly, when I walk through this journey of life,
I learnt, I look back and I realized
instead of being scared and letting them out of my hand,
I should have embraced them. 
Making them into a warm and fuzzy blanket
which I can wrap around myself  when it's cold and raining outside
and as a nice companion picnic mat when it's sunny.

To the little prince, the rose is not like any other rose. 
The rose is his.
Maybe when he's there close to the rose he couldn't understand her value.
Only when they are apart then he knows.

and the prince used to be too scared to let himself be tamed.
because he risks of shedding a few tears (maybe more) 
when he allows himself to be tamed.
and to be seen crying, is always embarrassing to the prince.
Because actually he cried easily. He has a soft heart. 
So he fears people might assume and misunderstood those tears as being weak.

Now, the prince understand. He doesn't want to end up like the common roses.
Beautiful, but empty.
Any passerby would stop for a while and appreciate their beauty
and that's it. They would soon to be forgotten.

Thus, the prince decided to let himself be tamed, by his rose.
(and also decide shedding a few tears is not weak, as they are proof of his compassion for his rose.)
Now, the prince is his rose's responsibility, and the rose is his.
so the prince is no longer a common prince and the rose is no longer a common rose.

It's a simple decision actually (to allow yourself be tamed) but it's very hard to attain.
As this decision always get hidden by the fog of pride, fear and ego.
This fog is thick and cruel. They will always come towards you and blur your vision.
But, once one is able to blow away the fog, one can see easily.
It is a simple decision after all.