Tuesday, January 4, 2011


lingering the coldness of the night
raindrops keep ticking at roof
the wind blows toss by a breeze of darkness
a man walks at street with a gloomy face
lightning flashes as thunders roars so loud
crumbling streets of innocense chaos
how can it be? how will i know?
screaming might ease the loneliness
with a loud voice, out of the roof
sudddenly someone is about to jump
not because of pain but of a longing
silence arises.... all you can hear
is the tick of the clock...
something is missing, the love, the peace...
the joy from within


  1. very normal one that everyone has experience this kind of scenes.... liked it =)