Travellers In The Road Of Life

Alone...desperate for the light...intangible from darkness, embalmed!

In here there is nothing, in here there is the void, and I am the keeper of darkness, so wretched

And none has so did come passing here of late, pay me a coin to let me now take them

Instead all alone, for the borrowed time of much pondering now here I speak again!

I hear lots of more stuff than most humans do, the sun, the moon, they speak to me still

And me to them, all of them from earth and heaven, yet I am still alacking in something

Or maybe something is alacking in me, to the whims of the fancy or the hushed and ineffable?

Ordained and in a search, along these dark cold alleys where even the dead can get lost?

Forlorn for this is me, in high thrones of darkness or glancing the throes of dawning figures

Portraying the realm of where I did dwell, in all but a word and that word is but death!

Or this me he'd waltz on the floors of chequered in aeternum, for lasting brief impression

Amidst the dancing of surrogate selves in their quest for monthly wages, spurned by pain

O muses of the hour still sequenced friends, help me in debunking this mythic fright silence

For all the corralled indignant deranged mud boffin I'd scour the land for a piece of glass again

Ensuring disharmony in dimness in check, lest they'd all be leased to grieve the new demoting?

Or hallowed may it be shall I address this me for when the angels did dance, in hazy pitch black mornings?

Oh me, inhale thee now this pride of worth a shilling, for there's no sense in crying for as long as you're walking

In truth that this trek did we choose for us and suits us well for when did we last checked, a vagabond through minefields

For only did pride did our way so wrong to as before the limelight switched, for you know it very well that none would understand us?

And so make sure that this curtain call be the last of our journeys delayed, for only the road would it sustains us, and only the road would it makes us remember

That we are but Travellers in the Road of Life
With some are best kept quiet and stilled, pray tell forever
And some might not even know of what happened at all!

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2013