It has been awhile since I last rambled on and on like an old lady who doesn't have a life. I miss writing discursively, grousing about my mundane problems, and expressing my nonexistent love life.
Like always, I'm still stuck with my never-ending thesis. Alhamdulillah, at least I've submitted to the second examiner. I hope my examiner would not die of boredom reading it. Please pray for me. #PrayforNuruljannah.
By the way, for you information, (not to swank about or anything *snorts*), two of my poems "Akad Nikah" and "Repetition" have been published in "Asian Centre Anthology of Malaysian Poetry in English".
Alhamdulillah. I remember my first publication. My first poem entitled "I wish I were that girl" was actually published in Star Newspaper, under Poetry Corner. Sadly, I didn't manage to keep it. How did I know it was published in that newspaper that might have been used to wrap nasi lemak? (Note:Nasi lemak is Malaysian food. Yummy. I'm salivating).
Alhamdulillah. I remember my first publication. My first poem entitled "I wish I were that girl" was actually published in Star Newspaper, under Poetry Corner. Sadly, I didn't manage to keep it. How did I know it was published in that newspaper that might have been used to wrap nasi lemak? (Note:Nasi lemak is Malaysian food. Yummy. I'm salivating).
Okay, let me confess something. At times, I love to google myself. Yes, just like an old lady who doesn't have a life. Well, it's just for a precaution in case people might sabotage you or your horrible pictures might pop up. Yeah, I know I am just a nobody but like I said, just for a precaution.
Again, not to boast or anything *evil grins*, there were two people who surprisingly loved myridiculous poem. Hey, to me, two people are a lot! That's how I knew it was published in Star Newspaper. Whaddaya know. Googling yourself paid off after all.
Again, not to boast or anything *evil grins*, there were two people who surprisingly loved my
I love it when my ridiculous poems evoke people's emotions or inspire them. I want my poems to be people's confidantes, loyal best friends or a friend who you usually watch movies with, as if my poems are speaking to you, saying you're not alone.
I don't want my poems to be literary writings that perplex people's mind or to be intricate like annoying mathematical problems.
Yes, I admit, my poems are not like Shakespeare, Robert Frost or Emily Dickinson. But, I write with my heart and soul. I really hope my poems can inspire you or be your loyal and a little bit of your annoying friends.
I'm thinking of self-publish since it's difficult to find a publisher. I know I will not gain any profits. But hey, that is not the reason for me to write poems. I want to inspire, annoy you and make my poems to be your loyal friends.
Whaddaya think?
By the way, before I go, here is poem of a day entitled "The Red Balloon":
The Red Balloon
Teach me Ya Rahman,
how to let go this
red balloon
that does not
belong to me?
Teach me Ya Rahim,
how to soothe my aching heart
when I let this
red balloon go?
Teach me Ya Wadud,
how to untie its string that is
intricately wrapped
around my wrist?
Please teach me Ya Rabb,
how to let go.
-Nuruljannah-
