ArkiBuilding #L2
A glimpse to the arena,
Eyes on that screen
They laugh…
Without reflection,
Reality faded out.
A bang to the innermost,
Fringe between…
An invisible being,
Taking off…
Devoid of wings,
With eyes wide open.
They left a mark,
A panorama of silence…
SILENCE…
A startling ending.
What the humankind portrays,
Seems right..
Seems perfect…
But… **a smoke of inanity.
While in class, I tried thinking about a good poem. I tried searching for words, then I got a good heartbeat.
In the field of Architecture, it really is a different world: to chase dreams, to never hold back and to embrace the brighter future. Yet, I had these thoughts that says, "Until when we'd be blinded of such things? Until when we'd delay the generations thirst for change?" Yes, I am recalling.
The Journey 2011
