Sunflower fields glistening and happy,
So vibrant and colorful in the bright sun,
Flashes and glimpses, Imaginary and escapism,
But to no avail reality snaps back,
In the present it is, reality snaps back.
Gaining knowledge and earning for wisdom,
Self-acceptance and acknowledgement,
Getting ready for it to happen,
Backups and plans are all in order,
And then it happens, now I am shattered beyond words.
For I feel, hence I fall,
Cursing the soul’s characteristics,
What is this emotion that changes like the weather,
Happy when I am full, gloomy when I am hungry,
Pleasure and pain makes me desire,
What is the purpose of this satire?
Starving to feed this empty chest,
At the end, during the night,
It feels like filling water in a broken vase.
The subconscious is now hurt and waiting for it’s revenge,
The conscious remains worrying about what to wear tomorrow.
2 comments:
i think because im all messed up. so i tend to make sense to everythng anyone said. so i thnk this can relate to what im goin thru as well.
wow...seems like everyone can relate to alam's poems!
really, he was talking about his experience from playing golf at the driving range, done in a poetic way...
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hahahhha!!
lok.
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