The Story Thus Far

By Raashid Naqib

For less than a penny’s worth

My soul departs from the body

Yes, I’ve died but at what cost!?

On the Day of Judgment, I hope to be hearty

And not frail or be timid like I am

But, bold and forthcoming; hence, I would talk charmingly

Wonder on the Final Day, who else shall be there

I have been seeking her, ever since the last party

I remember her dancing; it is a sight like no other

I know only her first name, the one who speaks wisely

Worship, I hear thy speech in the deepest of sleep tonight

Why are you present here? What do you seek from thee?

All trespassers beware; her tongue is made of molten lava

Her teeth; the peak of the Everest, and her face is aligned perfectly

Up away and alone in the Eden, where do I go from here?

Back, banished unto the world or do I keep living on humbly?

‘Tis but a grave question, what happens when the heart turns evil and insane?

Her wits carry the answer; the life of this world is not to be had all solemnly

But, I am a person bound to feel hunger, dread, misery, and dismay

Ever look at the Full Moon and wonder; why are we this way?

What will happen will do so as to fold the past

Tuck away your last breath, for; the mirage calls upon us favorably

The journey is arduous and the Sun at our throat

Keep walking; my bare feet, some Heaven could be awaiting thee

Upon the death bed; why am I hearing the silence still?

Burn, ache and rave; in my dying stead, never forget to mourn me

Cry, weep, and whisper sweet nothings unto my cold body

Wish I a grand life, and talk as if I too am the meadow bound

Whom else but, I am present everywhere; beneath the other face

When you as well want for thyself what I desire for me

By Raashid Naqib