Midway

Looking back over my shoulders, I gather that I have come Halfway across the river of mystery, And staring at me from behind my back Were the sullen faces of all my memories! Some were etched in glass clouds Some were in fumes Some in books, Some in spoken poetry While some were etched upon faces Which I could not recognise But which stared at me As sullenly as would dark and gloomy days! I looked at them all And felt a mixture of emotions going through me I could not decide if I wanted to cry or to laugh For these memories were all that I had gone through While at the same time, Life seemed to tell me That I would soon be bidding this fake world adieu, A feat that I had deemed to be situated very far in time And which is now giving me jolts For I can already sense its coming! I turned my face And chose to look straight ahead To focus on the promise of my muse Which shall come along with eternity And an existence as I have never known it on Earth Pray, life and its whims are all music for me Like water dances in its flow Similarly, I dance upon its tunes Going wherever it wills me to But remaining fixed on bearing upon my stance As having lived to be known as the lover of my muse!