Poetry: On The Way

Poetry: On The Way

Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim

Category: Lyrics

It was 4 am in the morning, 2 hours yet to see the sun Some poetry were knocking at my vulnerable door! I was planning to sleep, All was ready! I set my body unmoved as a statue - They were knocking hard; and they were noisy! They grinned at me in extreme laughter- I compromised with them and opened the door- and they all entered into the room in torrents And together we colored my scripts with the ink of my heart! * Some ghostly,demonic,terrible poetry were knocking at my door at the dead end of my night- They were grinning at me fearfully! I've to whip at the back of my sleep- Gentle sleep gone away too far riding on the horse of insomnia- I opened the door;and immediately my script filled with those demonic figures! * the pen was there the cap was open ink was full but nothing to write. * poetry awestrucked me so words were gushing forth from heart as the tears of the eyes. * the spark that come,had gone- will it come? Who knows? I know not-