De Javu

1000 articles... With one million meanings... 1000 stories... With one million feelings... All was expressed obviously... With thousand of love... Such was she... A woman was full of charm... No wonder if the prince... Fall in love to her...

I was angry with your dishonesty... I was angry with all that happened... I was really angry! ... Although I did not hate you... ... I could not become your friend again... If you still with your choice... Not because I was egoistic... But because you must realise... The risk from an action.

The night of thousand months ... The night was full of the magnificence... The night was full of the love... The holy love from heavenly... The night of thousand months ... When the angel descended to the earth... Embraced warm souls... That waited while raising praise (Tasbih)...

The full moon night... In Ramadhan months... Truly beautiful scenery... Always had yearning... And the beautiful memory... When gazing at the moon...

Tonight was felt different... Wanted your presence... Like a traveller... That saw the oasis in the desert... Felt your embrace... Felt your touch... But unreal... Not like yesterday nights... I could keep the heart... But not with tonight... Why?...

We like the sun... That was hot glowed... When being covered by the lust... To satisfy the desire... As though wanting to burn the earth... Destroyed all available... Such was we humankind... That emphasised satisfaction... That used the love as the reason... And wore a goodness mask... For worldly satisfaction...

This our sea... Our territory... Not belonging to them...! This not that the first time... They did not appreciate... What became our right... Not because we do not want to share... But our people still could not enjoy... What ought to be enjoyed by us...

Who that will not fall in love?... Who is not going to miss? ... With the holy month of Ramadhan... A best opportunity... For us who were full of the sin... Fasted in the month was full of the blessing... With the forgiveness guarantee of all the sins... Oh lord... Received the shape of the love and our dedication... Only for You... Illahi Robbi.

The month that was full of the blessing... The month that was full of the forgiveness... The holy month of ramadhan... Was grateful... Because still was given by the opportunity... Until could feel comfort... Truly the extraordinary gift...

Early of togetherness... All was felt beautiful... The embrace and the kiss... Because of the affection... However... After so many old... All that could change... Togetherness... Only was the release of the lust... The embrace not because of the longing... And the kiss not because love...

Politics is a game of words... Whoever was good at to speak... And acted... Could be the champion... Did not need proof... Be enough with the promise... And shared "money"... Then they will be chosen... Politics and the authority... Like the tongue with the mouth... Without the tongue could not speak... Without politics could not have the power...

The love and need... Had the different meaning... But interrelated ... The difference that will be felt... When choosing the living couple... Because of love?... Or only because needs? ...

Be enough you felt... No need to be questioned... What is in my heart... U will find the answer... Not only said... But real proof... If I really loved you ...