Where the Road Has No Name"

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Where the Road Has No Name"

Sanjay Singh

"Where the Road Has No Name"

A narrow path curls

through a landscape of withered trees—

their branches stretched like questions

never answered.

The wind carries no song,

only the memory of voices

that once filled this place

with laughter now lost.

I walk—

not to reach a destination,

but because standing still

feels heavier than moving on.

Beneath my feet,

the earth crumbles like forgotten promises.

Each step lifts dust—

the past rising briefly,

then vanishing into air

as if it never belonged to me.

A crooked milestone greets me—

its letters swallowed by time.

No directions,

no distance,

just stone and silence.

I pause,

and whisper into the void:

“Before spring could hold me,

winter carved its name

into my bones.”

No one answers.

Only a bird’s shadow passes overhead,

weightless,

certain of its sky.

In the pursuit of light,

I have walked through fire.

Sorrow became my lantern,

and joy,

a flicker always just out of reach.

Wherever I’ve gone,

misfortune has walked beside me

like a quiet twin—

never speaking,

never leaving.

There is no companion here,

no hand brushing against mine,

no voice saying, this way.

Only the open road—

stretching ahead

like a page yet to be written,

its ink hidden in the heart

of the unknown.

Still,

I walk.

Not because I know the way,

but because this is life—

and the wind behind me

will not let me turn back.

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh