Of Wordplays And Nonsense...

Feeling quiet but never too alone, to feel this warmth of a glowing screen

And then this wind it comes to turn this smog around, of fine grey smoke from not so wide

To dust off the place where tempers might flare again, oh indeed this world it begets so much less

As less as this man-made concoction thrice ferrous made black goo, my ever popular caffeine whims

So where was I when the sips I'd take, then there again my glowing white screen

Of things unimportant and deadlines non-existent, now such be the case of loving myself

But merely of stuff inverted from mind much felt inwards, that I'd carry on these mindless tinkling

To fulfil not lust but maybe much whims, of wordplays and nonsense all rolled into one!

And thus may this night be me sane for a sigh, from wretched misadventures oh Life why be cruel?

For maybe come tomorrow may my sanity be but sleep? For depravity of chastity to reasons or will?

And so let me weep or dance in delight for this night time be mine, through wind or haze or things so sullen

To the edges of lightlessness or maybe cold salvage, my disenchanted breeze through the time of wisps

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2013