~Life~

Life;
maybe one's prison.
That maltreats the heart to the core.
Like a free soul being manacled,
the melancholy that jabs
thy heart into sediments...
Who always dreamt
of a flawless a flawless and perfect life

A life without shattered dreams,
A life without emptiness,
A life without fear and guilt,
A life without anger and sorrow.

While others consent,
life's a major paradise;
like colours that reveal the beauty of a rainbow...
Or roses that bloom on the midnight veil,

The ongoing silence screams out the truth.

Life is truly a mystery.
Where one can seek the intent of blissfulness
through life... itself.


By me and my friend, NurFarhana