Who Am I?

Greetings~

First of all, me & Iman would like to apologize for being M.I.A. most of the time!!!!!

Too occupied with activities inside and outside UIA, visa issues etc etc. Too many posts saved as drafts!

hhaaiiisshhhh we need to double check all the posts... *jotting down in virtual diary*

ANYWAY,

Just like in every other class with Dr. Fiza (that's our cool lecturer!), we were assigned interesting task- write a poem. Poem on 'Who Am I?'  Sounds simple, isn't it? Curious, aye? Hahaa.. But you see, we are both creative people in our own ways, but creativity doesn't flow out freely from a tap in our brains. It's frozen and dormant, stubbornly hiding behind a writer's block. Soo...we are sharing with you something we had written eons ago. (Okay, not that long, but pretty long back!)

And since this piece of "art" of ours is ancient, written at a time when we were young and naive, pretty and nimble, we promise to post something more recent, later. Something that reveals the girls (or ladies :p) we've grown into now. Until then, #WeRemainMysterious  #BeingMysterious (#EnoughWithTheHashtags)

 #mysterious .

So, bear with our random 'creativity' (spoiler alert, mine could be depressing & Iman's could be... a little abstract)

Iman's : A Little Child

There hums a little child,
a song lost in her dreams.
There hums the little child,
a tune drowned in her wake
There she sleeps, deep down
Lost in my past.
But, I listen closely, and
there hums a little girl in me,
I let her sleep.
While I grew up.

Hasny's 

I am a human. I am alive. And I am a daughter.
I am a teen. A complicated one. And I am a lover.
Yes. A lover. 'Love'.
Inside, it feels like a flock of flying pure, white dove.
Of course it is the work of the Dopamine & Oxytocin
And enjoying the lovely, sweet feeling is not a sin.
I have a wonderful partner, a charming good-looking sweetheart, and makes my insides fly.
Though sometimes we face conflicts and dramas, well mainly because I'm a lady and he is a guy.
I am grateful. I am pleased. And I am sure about it till we die.
Though now..
I am a human. I am alive. And I am a daughter.
I am a teen. A complicated one. And I am a heartbreaker.
Yes. A heartbreaker. 'Heartbreak'.
Inside, it feels like a losing team that go on gambling with its life at stake.
Of course it is the work of depression-talking.
And it is never wrong wanting to save the relationship, still loving.
He is still a wonderful partner, still a charming good-looking sweetheart, and still makes my insides fly.
Now we are facing conflicts and dramas, but is it mainly because I'm a lady and he is a guy?
I am confused. I am discontented. And..am I sure about it till we die?