Nazihah Bustari

Nazihah Bustari Jan 2014

Jon

You are the Chicken on My Briyani,
The Cheese to my Macaroni,
Oh, you make me so happy,
You're everything that I see

I'd love to know what you smell like,
where you always parked your bike,
When we met, I was psyched,
You are always on my mind

Coming back here after two years have passed and reading this(present day, Jan 2016), what I call poetry, to which I didn't even remember writing but remember that this piece was a song I written on a ukulele. I was indeed a cheesy little piece of ****.

Nazihah Bustari Dec 2013

Shattered

another year will pass,
another hour, minute, second,
saved the best for last,
life is but a broken glass

recollecting the pieces,
make sure none misses,
I'll give a thousand kisses,
the cut on your chest

nothing stayed the same,
you remained,
blood still coursing through your vein,
nothing ever; compared to this pain

Be it, love or hate.

Nazihah Bustari Dec 2013

Suffers End.

I saw death
it was in front of me
cold nose, wide and open eyes
feet turned cold and blue
God is good and  good is God
don't take it for remorse
she went, let her suffers end

what was there on the ceiling?
cracks and blisters
souls linger
just let it go now
please  let her suffers end

is it time we wanted?
is it just the memories  holding?
let the future unfolding
please let her suffers end

My grandma passed away a couple of months ago. I saw the process of death. It was unraveling to me. I didn't take it as crucial, more like a closure. I prayed everyday for God to let her suffers end. Finally, she went.

Nazihah Bustari Dec 2013

Ghostly

This being, is a ghost in wary distance,
Vaguely grotesque,
Obscured and silent,

How could you have seen?
Your future is a foggy vision,

Your life was uncertain,
Your secrets—still hidden,
And your scars remained,
Apprehended,
Souls collided...

— The End —