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Sunday, 20 September 2015

Eyes closed for hours, 
trying to get a proper sleep for 5-hour journey tomorrow.
Weird how our minds can mislead us.
How can I become so weak and strong at the same time?

I'm wondering,
what and who I am?
why am I here?
what is the purpose of life?
why am I experiencing the same pattern of life?
what sort of test that I need to take and pass these grade of life?

Too much disappointment to swallow,
too much energy wasted begging for a STAY,
tired of collecting scars,
tired of being emotionally self-reliant.

You own a colourful chapters of life,
while I'm still here trying to end an endless chapter,
with dry tears and a war in the mind,
crawling through dreadful shadows.

The only person that can kill or save me,

I am my worst enemy.

"Your heart is a polished mirror.
You must wipe it clean of the veil of dust which has gathered upon it,
because it is destined to reflect the light of divine secrets.

If only the light of divine secrets shines upon it,
the night sky of secrets is lit with a thousands of stars,
and by the stars, 
you find your way.

It is not the stars that guide us but the divine light."
- Abdul-Qadir al-Jilani

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

Bersih 4.0

Thursday, 20 August 2015

I walk around and try to keep up the pace,
how strange every step I take,
feel so further away,
and everything look so grey.

A heart with a heavy burden,
without carrying any hopes,
cause this is the war I can't win,
and I surrender myself to FATE.

Always physically strong,
spiritually lost and found,
mind with a restless heart,
but I know my worth.

It's been a month full with surprises,
life is so beautiful yet so mysterious,
I'm going to return home and enjoy the silence in my own desire.

God blesses and prospers those who put their trust in Him.

Sunday, 16 August 2015

The one kind we all know
happens at night,
when we awake in fear
from a terrible sight,
One thing we recall,
A haunted heart never rests well.

Saturday, 8 August 2015

"Putting my hand in someone else's has always been my definition of happiness.
Before I fall asleep, often - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and go into the greater world - often, before I get up the courage to go into the vastness of sleep,
I pretend that someone has my hand in theirs, 
and then I go,
go to that enormous absence of form that is sleep.
And when even after that I don't have courage, 

- Clarice Lispector

( Repost quote from Adriana Zehbrauskas )

Thursday, 6 August 2015

"He gave you another sorrow instead of (your) sorrow, 
so that you might not grieve at what had escaped you nor at what befall you.
Then after sorrow He sent down security upon you."

Nothing in this world worth having comes easily,
So much pain to bare,
Head and heart bursting out along the way,
Sometimes it is not fare,
But there's a price for a lasting happiness.

I am somewhere between being within and without,
between sorrow and being content,
between being complete and torn into pieces.

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

I am a fine light rain that falls in the evening hours.
Evening serenity.