'I like you',
'I love you',
These words,
Can lift you off your feet,
Bursting in euphoria,
You're struck.

Being loved, loving someone,
Swept away with these feelings,
Blinded by it, bind by it,
You fall harder, deeper in it,
These words,
That's what it does.

-nuraishahazman-

Detach, from the world,
Lost, in her own mind,
Why? Searching for an answer,
The girl wanders off,
The darkness is creeping up.

Broken, she is,
Without an answer,
Like shattered glass,
Irrepairable,
Consumed by her own grief,
She says goodbye,
For good.

-nuraishahazman-

She can make you feel secure, safe,
She can make you feel empowered, brave,
She can make you feel like you can do anything and everything.

To the point that 'fear' does not exist in your vocabulary,
You, the greatest person to be walking on the face of this earth,
Just by an embrace, a few words of assurance,
That's what she can do,
What she does best,
The effect she can have,
And only she.

Your mother.

It starts with an idea, thus it is conceived
It grows over time, forming line after line
It consists of nouns, verbs, adjectives
It sometimes takes minutes or hours, or days ,or years
to fully form, It can be laborious starting with a rough draft
at times several papers pile up in the trash
It can consist of similes and metaphors, or take a short story form
It grows more until it is complete, thus the poem is born, after it arrives like a proud parent you look at the poem and declare it is good and ready to share

The poem can be personified, it can touch human emotion it can invoke sadness  and or happiness or at times touch our funny bone or remind us of a past romance, or the good old days

In the end the effort can be worthwhile especially if it can produce a smile

I'm just happy,
I get so giddy,
I see bubbles of happiness around me,
Is this what you call crazy?
Maybe..

Thinking about you,
My head spins frantically,
My heart beats viciously,
Love you? I do,
Till infinity? Definitely.

CRUSH

Crush,
The term wouldn’t exist if it doesn’t hurt does it?
When does it start? This feeling,
It grows bigger and larger,
And suddenly I realise,
My heart is on the verge of exploding,
Bursting with emotions that I can’t help but feeling so.

The only thing that I have want to convey and send to you is
‘I like you’, ‘I like you a lot’,
My heart, it hurts,
Evan seeing you from afar, my heartbeat goes crazy,
It's hard to breath,
How do I stop this feeling?
I am tired, I am sad, I am happy, I am anxious,
Because the only thing I have been thinking of is you,
You! You! and only you,

But crush, oh crush,
In the end you’re just a crush,
Those words,
They were never conveyed,
And I silently keep this feeling to myself,
With the faint hope that you’ll return this feeling,
In this feeble heart of mine,
And again, it hurts.

-nuraishahazman-