Keterbatasan hati itu ialah

Keterbatasan hati itu ialah

kekusutan hati
bergelut dengan pelbagai perkara
mahu ke depan
terasa seperti ditarik dari belakang
mahu mengundur
terasa seperti ditarik dari depan

Mahu bergerak
tapi buntu
Di mana jalannya
Meski tahu
tapi tak mampu membuat keputusan

tersiksa diri
tapi itu yang perlu

SPECIAL ENTRY | FOREVER HAPPY M.O.T.H.E.R.'s DAY

To my dear mom. I love you. 

It's hard for me to show my love with WORDS...

I mean, in form of conversation between me and you.

I'm sorry for what I did hurt you.

It's a lot.

I'm sorry. I cry. 

and I'm hardly cry in front of you.

and I will always pretending that there's nothing happen 

even though I'm wrong. So I won't feel to cry in front of you.

The Ego at My SECRET Place

The Ego at my Secret place by Secret (25/04/2011 at 'my table')

Impossible to back stab
Kill with mind
Shoot with nails
I shot you with patience
But you can't hold on
You turned back
But stay still
and wanted me to decide

Pause the time and I'll kill you
Where's your mind when you lose your soul
Never try to forgive though a bow
seat stay still
Looked at me
and your eyes shoot can't go through me
My eyes covered with shield
the shield of patience and I won't let go thee

Kemusnahan dan hati(jaga) oleh Secret

Berburu aku lari
Menunggu aku berhenti
Bersabar aku beri
Hasil aku nanti

Kemusnahan itu bukan hapus
Cuma ia adalah parut
Tak tanggal
Tak pula dilupa

SAJAK/POEM : Kesilapan yang diulang

Kesilapan yang diulang
oleh secret

Sudah diberitahu jangan
Sudah diulang jangan
Sekarang sendiri tanggung

Kesilapan yang diulang
Mengapa dilakukan
Jika tahu akhirnya sakit kepala bila selesai menangis

SAJAK/POEM :Kecelakaan yang bermakna

Kecelakaan yang bermakna 
oleh Secret

Kredit Picture : Marissa Art Gallery

Bila tak mampu bangkit
Aku rasa mahu berlari
Aku mahu mengejar sekuat hati
si mulut lahanat

Mulut-mulut...
Mulut si Celaka
Yang aku tidak tahu identiti mereka
Adakah mereka mengenali aku?

SAJAK/POEM: The Missing Part

The missing part.
written by secret (nosecretanyway.blogspot.com)

It has been days
Being not so real me
It is not me as usual
Not me as everyday before
and It is so obvious
and even myself cannot define me.

For no reason
I smile
For no reason
I suddenly cry
In seconds I stop
and questioning myself
and the reason is undefined.