Jabale Rahmat

Colourful surroundings
Deceived by the black and white soul
Life being an abstract miracle
Passes through all the impossibles
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A gust of cold breeze
Embracing the forest
Fog from the sky
Blurring the sight
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Map folded, sitting on the gravel path
Waiting to unfold the paper just to see the path to the treasure
With a 'X' it will be noted and will be found
Retrieve from its hiding place forever
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A sip of whiskey
Few puffs from a cigarette
Numbs the brain for a while
Take me to aloofness
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Nothing has void in it,
Oblivion is made of it.
Life is full of ubiquitous fullness,
Death is devoid of it.
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Unnerving in the middle of the ocean
Sitting in the center of the raft
Holding the oar with trembling fists
Looking above to the sky
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If the sky is my open canvas
I won't bother but will write about you
Sketch a picture of yours with fluffy clouds
For the world to see how much beautiful you are
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Confined in a windowless room
Craving for sunlight
But, dark is the only thing
Present in front of my eyes
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