It begins with words,
Of how they are meant to be
Commented.
Be it rave, harsh, or simply nodding of agreement.
Of how they are meant to be
Commented.
Be it rave, harsh, or simply nodding of agreement.
Not one,
but series of rattlings and hummings
directed towards evoking
two brainy thoughts.
This time,
Unlike others,
Has no resemblance
or slight compromise
of degradation.
For the arguments thrown in the air,
they force imaginary drifting among the dust of cosmic atmosphere
among intellectuals.
For the punchlines verbally uttered,
they widen two lines of smiles,
or giggles and laughters,
over silliness or relief.
For bearing the senses to converse and to listen,
they have acutely become receptive and sensitive,
to liven up the boredom of routine.
For once,
Striking parallel of umbirical cord
Seems to be the most natural thing Mother Earth has ever given to human beings regardless their immersion and indulgence
For once,
Existence of one soul
Brings out the adjectives of feelings no other contributors will understand their absurdity and amazement
For once,
A journey of a lifetime
Continues in a different way
For once,
brotherhood shall endure
the lowdowns and highbrows that will be embarked later.
For once,
brotherhood shall prevail
above those hapless circumstances of overtly-used melodramatic.
For once,
I’ve found one.
(my newly-found long-lost Twinnie, had I known it took me all these time to finally get to you, I wouldn’t change a thing, for we have another lifetime to catch up)
Nauval Yazid & His Words. 