Sunday, September 13, 2009

Poem: Sound


Sound is of vibration,
creating musics, creating tones,
and little did we know,
it creates dreams and illusions,
where we explore and hunt for adventure,
as we fall and wake up from the sudden stroke.

Sound is of voices,
creating visions, creating goals.
And little did we find,
it creates confusion and insecurity,
where we go round and round the options given,
as we lose our heads and end up in the middle of nowhere.

Sound is of ideas,
creating individuals , creating perspectives,
and little did we see,
it creates disagreements and wars,
where we hold on to our stand and argue with dignity,
as we overcome dozens of obstacles and come to the ending point.

We dream, we confuse and we disagree,
as the voices in our heads ring,
but little did we realise,
it is all good to expect the best to come,
than to think of the worst case scenarios,
even when we are left alone by our own.

Taken over by illusions, insecurity and wars,
as the voices around us arise,
but little did we notice,
it is alright to have ourselves going through such stages,
than not experiencing anything at all,
and not know how a decision is made when an incident takes place.

When we can imagine tones of unbearable suffers and loss,
we can recall the sweet old memories rewarded to us by life.
When we are able to start a war between two,
we can put everything to rest without having to fight at all.
When we can open our ears to endless manipulating voices,
we can suppress the negative and unnecessary sound available to us.