Reversed Moments

None knows what signaled him Deep down the rim To get down from the train As if gone insane All on a sudden Much before the destination Amidst thunderstorm and torrential rain Ripping off the existence Trifling with fear, sadness, guilt Ignoring the defenses inbuilt Shutting the books, the gladiolus, Avoiding the blue with white cumulus Stuffing all poems in the wardrobe In love with the neural microbes Leaving his moon scattered on his table All unredeemable He softly alighted and went to the ocean Found the setting sun Whispering the last emotions That called him passionately He exchanged murmur with the distant surge To be at large In that vastness of ecstasy Haunted by the same fantasy Of peace Of the need to cease Of a tumultuous release And the glorious peace The bird whispered the ultimate words Into his intense ears Why live in the herds Go on The mist is gone The restless soul went ahead Toward the endless The setting darkness was looking in pleasure At the light’s last signature When all on a sudden He heard someone Saying in focused voice Of his son’s choice By which he had sacrificed His life for his nation And his wife’s decision thereupon To commit suicide Goaded by the emptiness inside He was all ears Confirmed he really had heard Those potential words And the mist returned He felt a little beautifully concerned And swam back to the shore Borrowing from the endless store And went back Towards the reversed moments In quest of another key to the door That seldom stops calling Into cozy warmth of redirected thoughts From nought To another unknown plot.