THE DARK CONTINENT

I travelled north, south, west and east of the world
Still I can't find the Dark Continent
If it exists, perhaps I can only decipher the meaning of the word
And hope it create the image in the heart.


In primitive era, it lived unconcious of the outside world
Until they invaded its territory-

Culture and style they inherited from it
Slavery and civilization it shook hands with
A sweetbitter story, now tales to its offsprings
Suffering and smiling, what few wise called it
To the fools,'Out of Dark Age', they herald it.


Institutions and laws were imposed
Wealth and resources were controled
Till the Dark Continent lost its interest
Then the outside world left it in distress.


Of course, in the dark age they met it.
Dark Continent-Striving to see the light shine on it
Forgetting its shadow will always trail behind.

IN THE GRIP OF PAIN

In a blink of the eye, everything changes
My body and soul felt weak
And powerless without you
As it ceded me to the grip of pain.


The grip of pain like an arrow
It strucked me straight into the heart, so narrow!
You told me you’ll never leave
How could I have not seen it coming?
Your absence have shattered my dreams
And enveloped me in the confines of pain and grief.


What happened to the great memories?
Of the sweet moments of our love melodies
Now you leave me in the grip of pain
A tune only I have to dance to.


Your absence took me by shock
With only pain and agony to weigh up against luck
My freedom from pain I have to prise out
With a watchword; once bitten twice shy!

ART OF POETRY

Bitter or sweet, it all begins from the heart
My thoughts, my feelings, creates an image within
Like a secret longing to be revealed through a medium
It remains unknown to the universe.


In the agony of my deep thoughts
Nature smiled at me, and it glistened like the sunset
Definitely, a new hope is born
The hope to share my thoughts in writing
A poetic work of Art.


A poetic work of Art
There you can reach my thoughts
So beautiful, it reflects the heart
A ‘Priceless’ tool that can’t be bought.


With the power of Art
I’ll effect change
Where poetry leads
I’ll follow!