Colors in the Dark

What is it that a blind man sees

that I do not see

or sensed that I do not sense.

When the world is perturb

and everyone is confused

the blind man is undisturbed.

What is it that he could grasp

but I can not accept

life’s reality that we all face.

The doctrine of life trying to ignore

cowering from the harsh conformity of facts

not the blind man’s concern at all.

What is it in his heart

that I do not possess

the courage to journey in the dark.

Braving the world of darkness

relying on a piece of stick

and there’s a feeling of contentment.

I see the color blue, brown and green

he glimpse only at the color black

his world is more colorful than what I have.

The Fury Inside

The raindrops are falling

but didn’t hear

the ticking sound

although the roof

is made of tin.

Sing like a child

recite the nursery rhyme

while keeping an eye

on the falling rain

dampen the barren soil.

Open the door and run

towards the open field

and listen to the sound

the sound of your heartbeat

contending against the rain.

Hear what it says

unleash the fury inside

the sorrow that you felt

that made your senses stiff

and deaf from the nature’s sounds.