Peaceful
Is the darkness of this silent night
Of the tinkling of keyboard this tired scribe
And of the helplessness he felt when all is awry...
Painful
Are the fears of yet another day
Of yet another dry wall for his weary head to hit at
And for yet another discourse with the deaf dumb and blind...
Grateful
Is for the God above that he never once met
But the One whom this jerk still vouch for his existence
Strongly as if they've met everyday...
Silent
Is his heart when he hears the beats of the future
For always he knows what's sorrow and what is regret
Even if no one ever listens to him...
Empty
Is the notion he gets as a payment of toils
And cold is the air when he types his heart still
Looking for angels that may or may not come...
Hopeful
Is the feeling that never needs repolishing
As the silent or the silenced still writes what he feels
And still his eyes would see the sky black, red and orange!
Tired
Is his soul that screams for bliss and enlightenment
After five-times-a-day for as long as he can remember
Yet no one would tell him, how near or how far...
For never is God The One But A Name
And never is God so near yet so far
And never would He listens but only just listen
For the one in-the-know he already knew
That now this writer he goes to bed!
Heheheheh....
Salam Alaikum and Good Night.
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
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