Through ups and downs
Further down to pits
From highs and lows
Lower to the lowest
From the misery of existence
From the old-world order to the new
From sultanates to McDonaldization
The questions are same
The issues are same
The pains are same
The love is same
The departure is same
The idea of being is same
From shaking hand at hello to not letting it go at bye
With a fear in heart and a little shivering in spine
From the curls of a cigarette to dismissal after the last puff
Like a whole life of a tooth, from birth to decay
The journey is same
The travelers are insane
Some, an inch taller
Some, an inch shorter
That doesn’t matter in holding hands
A little awkwardness before an invention
A little tension before the new rise
Yet, no body to stop because it’s the time of a new idea
A new beginning
Like the first kiss, a dry one
In a humid weather to give way to a spring
To another journey of the same life
To another decade beyond the early decades of freedom
Towards the unknown, from the unknown
To the destination inside the womb of the grave
Coffins are same
Death is same
Beyond death is the unknown
Unknown is same
Who cares beyond death? Beyond unknown?
Perhaps we all do
In this journey
From known to the unknown
Towards a single destination
The ultimate dream of the promised land
Sidrah-tul-Muntaha
And beyond that is nothing
