Monday, December 03, 2018

Contemplation

He acquisits the silence as boon companion...
He turns wild beneath the real him...
Feeding on his lonely past...
Preying upon any flesh...


The menacing jaws of him keep gnawing the tender leaves while the darkness covers whole evergreen...
In time such as this, a little peace manifest all rhetorical sermons...


No rostrum to show all stages are closed...
No sparkling merriment to keep on but the inner voice...
The bliss is to pursuit for the bright light of tomorrow cheers...


This is the huge nowhere just breath in your wish...
The best luck is yours oh those believing...
For the spiritual insight about to come...
Settle up your submittion...
Look out there!
He invokes above the worldly matters...
"Oh... should it had been removed...
Gracious... must be meant to be".
Heading the final chapter...
The wind is blowing faster...


Muhammad Nurul Hidayat

November 18th, 2018

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