“The Other Side”

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

“The Other Side”

Sanjay Singh

“The Other Side”

The world is very cruel—

like a garden where thorns wear roses as disguise,

and laughter walks with knives hidden in its sleeves.

Dreams are stitched with promises

that unravel in the winds of fate.

Moonlight came, not as a lullaby,

but as a thief with a torch,

burning down the quiet house of peace—

its silver glow scorching like betrayal in disguise.

Yet even it, lost in its own journey,

found no destination in this vast, indifferent sky.

The palaces of desire—

built with sand and whispered prayers—

collapsed without a sound,

as if time itself sighed and looked away.

The earth no longer feels like home,

and the sky has forgotten our names.

Life, like an old, weathered sage,

whispers cold advice through clenched teeth:

"Leave this world if you seek truth.

But if you remain, tread the path of tears—

each step a question, each breath a wound."

But who knows what lies beyond this ache?

Perhaps another wound, or

perhaps a dawn where sorrow folds into song,

and the soul finally drinks from the cup of peace.

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh