A poetry collection with themes of spiritualism, death, life, purpose, time, redemption and afterlife.
A poem from the book:
THE TRUE MEANING OF LIFE
The years go on and on and on
Carrying the months with light from the sun
To begin a new ending
Its days and time we're no longer redeeming
Sadness and moments of regret comes in turns
Gladly, sometimes joy and happiness also hums
Some people we look up to, are below the earth
Some we underestimate are above the heavens
Loved ones and enemies have come and gone
With memories in our heads echoing like a gong
Everything rushes to end in a new beginning
But the world in laziness, never stops spinning Accustomed to this tireless rhythm
Where we follow the pattern of the talking drum
Living our life in the season of happenstance
As we stamp our feet in the attire of cultural dance
The struggle has become a tradition
With every step justifying our religion
Faith mixed with doubt in the pursue of fate
The clock becomes an enemy, for in punctuality we're late
Our paths lacks coal tile
We begin and end our lives in files
Dry season triggering wet tears
Raining season creeping dry fears
Driving in this old lorry of life
Where solitude is a noisy wife
Nagging our holiday of rest
Spending our days existing rather than living
Now our old age drowns in vanity
To the past, the future is a penalty
The days old more plaques than the Egyptians
Scars on the pages of our skin like an inscription
Experience have become a shelter
With hopes making the surrounding better
Worries feed me each day
The night never seems to go away
I'm drunk with words
Ironically, with silence I build my walls
Reward or karma, one must surpass the measure of my time
For in finding the true meaning of life, I judge my rhyme.