Photo by Lee Swee Wei
No words to express
the hushed serenity of
listening to self
whilst immersed in the solitude
of our own isolation
In the vast expanse
of our mind, unspoken thoughts
mired in the mist
that pervades our memory
struggle hard to be free
Whispers from yesterday
tiptoe across the threshold
into our consciousness
bestowing enlightenment
with their revelations
4 comments:
Daddy... are you having any problem? you sound troubled. :(
The first part of this poem is written for a competition and I won the bronze trophy. Do you think I am troubled? I was even told that this is art.
wah. u won so many competitions one. i received telepathy signals that u missed me and feel sad.
perah santan
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