The Adobe of Wisdoms

I come to realise even though

I sell my soul

I wouldn’t get what my heart desires

Because no one can fulfill it.

I had spend all my times and energy

My thought and feeling

My Emotion and spirit

It comes to naught but tears.

The tears are so devastated

That it squeezes your heart asunder

Wrinkles every lines of your face

Blurring your sight

Till you can’t see the truth no more.

What you see are the Datuk’s and Tan Sri’s

The talk of power and wealth

Among the circles of the elites

Rubbing shoulders

Exchanging laughters

Amidst rhetoric

In the world of make believe

Till it sipped in your heart

And affecting your soul.

Oh my soul!

Detach yourself from the suffering body

Where the pain resides in every loop of the veins in every corner of the bone marrows

Don’t let yourself be buried

in tandem with helpless body

the adobe of continual suffering

in the system of temporal life

You’re not dead or alive

You’re eternal

You’re the adobe of wisdoms

Free yourself from the suffering body

detach yourself from

the torment of pains

Oh my soul burn that bridge!

Cos’ I want to live as others do

Those who taste the sweetness of life

Every loop of their veins

Every corner of their bone marrows

Are filled with zikirullah!

Oh God!

Have

Thy mercy on my body and soul

Let me taste the tip of sweetness of life.

Amin.