We all, indeed are travellers destined to an unknown journey. Although at times, we tend to know our path, hindrances, those temporary and those permanent obstructs our way and strengths and we fumble in confusion to take another step or two.
We are frequently interrupted by pain, sorrow, solitude, rights and duties. No wonder we will never be entitled a free man who travels with a forgotten past, subtle yet, deceitful present and an uncertain future!
Forgotten past, I exclaim: another added story in a series of stories that is far from those who dominate history, and therefore are far from being heard...another child rises a young man who never knows how he was, when a child...another man with wrinkled skin who wishes to forget his past of an existence that was ignited by a series of losses that befell him as a child, a young man, and that now haunts him as he is old...
A forgotten past of grievances, regrets, success that reached stardom and quickly dropped down...a forgotten past as she attempts to recall their first kiss, his proposal, his love which she believed would last for eternity, but was snatched the moment they had married...a forgotten past of joy when both had merrily held the other's hand and watched the sun surrender to the night...
A subtle and deceitful present of uncertainty where success becomes a plot where one compromises all his joy, and where failure provokes a success...a deceitful present where joys of togetherness crumbles as one sees the inner soul of that person...
A deceitful present where one newly sprung life is snatched while others shed tears that intruders are indifferent to...a deceitful present where anonymity is regarded a virtue while vices entitles itself as certainty! A deceitful present where life changes its course from prosperity to emptiness...from abundance to vaccum...a deceitful present where one, despite profound love falls for his Beloved in sparkling tears that fails to end, and that along its flow promises to sweep away joy, save agony, pain, loneliness, and.......ETERNAL TEARS...
An uncertain future of a traveller determined by the very present of betrayals...a future unknown...
An uncertain future of a traveller that hardly is determined by the present...a certain future of mystic fragrance of joy...a future of eternal longing of a presence that was once a present...and that now is a forgotten past and which is traced to none save himself in tears...a story that will never be heard or narrated...that will remain all to himself until he forgets to breathe...or when a breath forgets his life...
Indeed, we after all are travellers with a forgotten past, who live in a deceitful present with an uncertain future. Our stories are yet to be told, and to be heard. Yet, it will never be narrated, nor will it be heard for when we know it's time to be told, our breaths never inhale...
