Passed away
By hsofyan
@hsofyan (3446)
Jakarta, Indonesia
July 22, 2009 6:54am CST
When life is seen in the dark
Guess the meaning of life one by one
When the hands are still need-led
The shadow you go by the easy
Then jump shake my inmost
Float without axis
Maintain their own life
Did you know, a heart now sequestered?
My hope in the pocket keep school uniforms
A later time we will meet
Until the news came grief
You have left me forever
Not hear speech condolence
Not hear prayers
No visible funeral procession
Not seen your name on the grave
Why should all this happen?
The sun is shining bright, I ask
The soft star that shines, I ask
But I never got answers
I take interest has not faded scattered
My eyes do not water enough to shed all
Only faith and prayer in prostration
Hopefully you are happy in heaven
1 response
@med889 (5940)
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22 Jul 09
INVISIBLE HAND
O! Life! You’ve been an Invisible Hand
That removed hurdles and obstacles
I only discovered when they were gone.
I’m grateful everyday for everything.
You made me the eldest son of a dozen
And told me to teach them by example
Assist dad in shielding them and make sure
That all as one we should achieve success.
So many times we found ourselves like trapped
In a tunnel with no way out, but then
I saw the door open for us to flee
And keep it ajar for others behind.
Thank you Invisible hand my Guide
For you know and fulfilled all my needs
INNER PATHS
It was the oil that lit Aladdin’s lamp,
That love of mine for poetry and music.
It singled me out for notice and care
By elders who had faith in me and helped.
Poetry is the first rung of a ladder
That leads to a higher Consciousness
That deciphers magic moments of daily life
And seek to know wherefore and whereto
Going all the way, questioning the Sphinx
You landed me, amid that secret fraternity
And without my asking for it brought me
At the head to lead others away from ignorance.
Today I have no ego, the wind blows
Through me, just a void demanding nothing
Finally you meet your promise.
Really poems are beautiful. Your talented writing poetry.
Honestly, I say of conscience.
