Thursday, 22 October 2009

Paraphrasing

" It's cold... " ,

words that echo in a simple inane mind of mine.

The sun glared with it's magnificent light. Provides it's heat
throughout the horizontal land.

The flowers and birds are dancing joyfully and innocently
in the new spring breeze of this season.

" It's still cold... "

My ordinary pairs of feet and hand affirmed the proclamation

" Empty... "

It's like being in glass... an empty enclosed glass
Let you see everything outside you but
trapping you from ever being part of it.

Is that how birds felt when they were inside
a cage? no matter how vast it is, how
exquisite it is decorated, how generously
filled it is?

At least I feel something...
Is is enough?
suffocating
frustrating
At least give me disappearance...

The powerless me that holds onto a faint strength.

2 comments:

mashi_amie said...

hold my hand..i'll warm urs using mine..
hold my hand..
i'll lend u my strength when u have none
hold my hand..i'll lead u if u r lost
hold my hand..so that if u r trapped,u have me accompanying u n we'll still together
hold my hand..
i'll protect u as long as Allah allows me to..
i love u dear..

Aya (restricted to blood-related only =P n close friends) said...

That's beautiful

I forever love you.

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