R. Ariffin Biography

So you may see that a soul can never transcend
Without the other to occupy its absence
That absence is the common singular of loneliness
And loneliness is madness to my conscience
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The window pane was translucent
From the rain the night before
I felt the chilling of recognition
As she welcomed me at the door
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She was to me, a troubled star
Burning in breathless beauty without a reason
A single twinkle on this blackened soul
A rigid lighthouse, an erratic beacon
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These days are heavy with irresolution
That crumbles down like hateful hail
Butchered hopes and beaten dreams
Are freshly hanged by the nail
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The sun is cold and pale and sick
The sky is silent with dark emotion
Time has become an entity of almost non exist
Torturing this feeling of forlorn and unfulfilled devotion
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