Nazihah Bustari: Poems

1.7k · Mar 2014

Nation

Nazihah Bustari Mar 2014

Nation

God is probably weeping
This rain
It never ends
Oh, what a year it has been
Internal commotions and a crashing plane

Nation~
Be strong, you
We are not the playing fools
God knows best
leave him the rest
A brighter day is coming to set upon us

Souls of loved ones are mostly lost
Searching the ocean at all cost
**** the people who ****** you
Nation~
Be strong, you

Malaysia is deeply affected with the lost of MH370. Our prayers have always been with those people on board. God knows best and He has planned this for all of us. I would like to stop all those people who have condemned our nation's government for not doing their job or blaming them for the unfortunate tragedy of MH370. I have also heard how outsiders are blaming the two muslim pilots--condemning them and speculated about them over the media saying they were terrorists. As a fellow Malaysian and a muslim myself, I would like you guys to stop this ruse. Last but not least, my prayers go to the families and friends of the passengers and crews on board. Be strong.

#heartbreak #sad #hurt #ocean #feel #unity #mh370 #crash #muslims #malaysia

1.1k · Dec 2013

Suffers End.

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.

907 · Aug 2014

You were never my cup of tea

Nazihah Bustari Aug 2014

You were never my cup of tea

Heard your footseps rumbling from the corner of the stone
You're the giant that I'd step all over on

Dont be so uptight, you're not on the top of the world
But you go around saying you might aswell be
Cuz tellin lies has always been your expertise
I've come to sense-- you were never my cup of tea

#deceit

784 · Jan 2014

Dust

Nazihah Bustari Jan 2014

Dust

You are an after-effect
A ghost
A nuclear bomb
A spec of dust in the wind
A dream of pubescence
A sweet candy
Of chamomile tea and orange juice
what are all these ruse?

710 · Jan 2014

Jon

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 ****.

601 · Mar 2014

Pillows

Nazihah Bustari Mar 2014

Pillows

What good do tears do?
Tossing in bed and pillows wet,
What good does love do?
Tossing in bed and pillows wet

596 · Dec 2013

Ghostly

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...

437 · Dec 2013

Shattered

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.

374 · Jan 2016

Teeth

Nazihah Bustari Jan 2016

Teeth

I was found in your teeth
Underneath your smiling frown
And in the depths of your wrinkled eyes
And in that white pools of smart lies

Rims of see through clouds forming out of your mouth
You smoked that cigarette like there was never another day
You sit there with your eyes looking at a distance
You sit there knowing you looked magnificent

306 · Jan 2016

Yours

Nazihah Bustari Jan 2016

Yours

If ever you were to come back
and came looking for me
know that I'm all yours; and yours alone
because to you, I am sold.

— The End —