Poetry

Kamaruzzaman, 10 march 2012

A Barefoot Man, A Somnambulist and A Daydreamer

A Barefoot Man, A Somnambulist and A
Daydreamer
A barefoot man
Somnambulist and day-dreamer
His collapsing eyes
Chasing the moments
Of shadows
Sequestered in mystic veil
Silence mumbling silence
And crying hoarse

High noon
Penetrating and evolving
Perambulating in images of satire
The walking dream
Scorching under a canopy of verdant splendour
Like in a bed of roses scattered over the purple sky
Thorns of flesh
Screeching in delights
Of perfect shame in mourning
As if quivering monsters
Fumbling in words
Evenly lost in dire straits
Of Nothingness

The long voyage
Unfinished and unaltered
Creating loopholes of mundane thoughts
Creeping creatures
Carrying an upholstered baggage
Of pains and pleasures
In enhancing catastrophe
Not approaching the dead end as yet
Nothing asking for a long fullstop
Nothing seemingly inviolable
And invincible in course of time
To arrive at the point
Of no return

The circle
Reviving and revolving
Around the vital axis
Of some orbital existence
In grand design
Too far from the nearest living things
The barefoot man all alone
Staring at the diminishing shadow
Sculpting every possible moment, unsparingly
His collapsing eyes measuring
All lapses of footsteps
From the distance of life
To eternity unveiled
Digging at the deathman's desire
As if to come a full circle
Of somnambulist's daydream
To jump off the quest
In endless inquestlines, nearby.