Madame Blossom's Book of Poems

Thursday, February 24, 2011

the idea of a person

we fall for the 'idea' that we have about the person
we forget that it's just our idea of them, not who they really are
we imagine and impose our idea on them, they're innocent
we become disappointed when they obviously cannot be up to par
because in our idea of them we always tend to see
someone perfect, too perfect for anyone to be.

~madame blossom~


Saturday, February 19, 2011

before it's too late.

I drive
unsure of my destination
The places that used to bring calm
Now makes no difference

The light
from The Creator, The Beneficent
will surely guide the way.
Dear God, before it's too late.

~madame blossom~

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I am blessed. Thank you Allah.

I am blessed with the ability to breath, see, hear, talk, feel, cry, think, pray, walk, eat, drink, go to the toilet, work, sing, read, my parents, my husband, my children, my adik, my bffs, my sisters, brothers, friends, my extended families, a comfortable home, a domestic helper, a car, enough money to get things I need and some I want, enough money to earn some good deeds by giving to charity, the constant appreciation for Allah's creations, my face, my attitude, my being, my colleagues - some testing, some nice, my work, my interests, my small accomplishments, my gratitude to God and I'm sure there is a whole lot more, some too detailed to say, some forgotten. I'm reminded of the song '.. when the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favourite things, and then I won't feel, so bad.'

In this case, it's remembering the things we are blessed with.