Dances Of The Heart

Pitter-patter, drops of water
Of wetness and moisture on zinc and concrete
Of vessels that come and go without end
Of people and places and things to do

Pitter-patter, from my shelter
They fall on me amidst this chaos
Melodious yet silent like dances of the heart
A pensive distraction for a helpless withdrawal

Though things may not see much of themselves
A madrigal, a lark is all I discovered
Of defeated parley of warring emptiness
And of smiles aplenty beneath all predicaments

So muse all you want or mope all you will
When the clock strike twelve you will cry in your daze
Relenting like haze that collects in a mirth
While the truth will be there like it has always been-
‘Two steps between a smile and a temper
Three steps behind the glint of all tears’!

Well then I guess…
Maybe life is not exactly like…
What we came to know after all, eh?

SAIF ADLI
KL
2004