Monokuro Boo

You speak as if I'm a paper doll. You define my facade with the point of your pen. You clothe me with such chromatic thoughts. You fold me to whatever form you prefer. And then you smile, to see such physique you have beautifully crafted with your words, with your thoughts.

And you see a curl from my lips, seemingly forming a smile. Yet, it is not what you perceive. I am not smiling back at you.

Perhaps, the day will come that I shall, when you perceive is other than my physique. When you have conceived that I am a soul, not just a PRETTY PAPER DOLL.

--Lynn Nhuk


Saturday, June 18, 2011

DEATH

Some call it pain, and some call it
The end, but is it?
What lied beyond it?
Beyond the darkness..
That it instills fear?
What secrets lie, that are yet to be told?


Why does man fear it?
What is death,
That the whole world
Seeks to avoid it?

“tis a pathway,
An adventure…
And just like shadows are
The counterpart of sunshine…
Death is merely…

The other side of life.
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