Bila

Bila engkau bertanya
padaku, "Bila lagi?"
Aku hanya mampu mengukir sebuah
senyuman untuk menutupi
luka-lukaku yang tersemat
di dalam jiwa.

Tidak bermakna senyuman itu bahagia.

Andai aku tahu
jawapannya bila,
akanku jawab soalanmu,
tetapi aku hanya mampu tersenyum
seperti pelajar yang
menjawab soalan pop kuiz,
tanpa ilmu di dada.

Tapi aku percaya pada Dia,
Yang Maha Esa,

Aku sekarang hanya mampu memakai
 topeng senyuman,
dengan harapan engkau tidak
menghidu bau luka-lukaku
yang tersemat di dalam jiwa,
penat untukku bercerita,
bila engkau bertanya
"Bila?"

-Nuruljannah-

Six Words Poems

Here are two six words poems for today ^_^:

1) Goodbye

Our goodbye
is silent
and cold.
-NJ-

2) Worldly Love

Worldly love
is transient
except Him.

Loneliness

Loneliness

Loneliness embraces me

with its cold fingers,

every time when I call

your name.

I can feel the hollowness

inside my heart every time

when I dream about you.

-Nuruljannah-

I should have

I should have

I call upon you,
in my dreams,
in my tears.
I blame it on my
ludicrous heart,
I should have crushed that
gardenia when it started
burgeoning inside it.
You are smiling
with her slender hands on
your broad shoulders,
while despair
is suffocating
me.

-Nuruljannah-

"For I love him, and he didn't love back."

Two-Volume Novel
The sun's gone dim, and
The moon's turned black;
For I loved him, and
He didn't love back. 
-Dorothy Parker-


I love this poem as though it's speaking to me, "You're not alone!" This poem is palpably sad and I can indeed relate to this. By the way here are my poems for today. Both are six-word poems entitled "Unrequited"  and "Love":


Unrequited
You are
my music
of pain.


Love
You are
my poison,
my wine.

-Nuruljannah-

Sometimes

Sometimes,
people can be
as cold as loneliness
colder than the callous winter.
Their eyes are gelid
and they can freeze you
to death.

-Nuruljannah-

Self-publish?

Assalamualaikum and hello there,

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). 

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 my ridiculous 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.

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-