I pause and stare at
the lips of people eating.
I forget to eat.

I pause to smudge
my eyes with my knuckles.
I forget my smudged Kajal.

I pause and even out
the crevices of your forehead
like a painkiller.
I forget that painkillers
ought to be avoided.

I pause and see it all go.
I forget it.
Play.

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Interlude

What's an evening to you?
Dusk so soothing
with a tinge of crimson hue?

What's spring to you?
Flowers blooming
adored with drops of dew?

What's poetry to you?
A piece of art
which you always knew?

But love,
it might sound absurd.
They are mere interlude,
amidst the cacophony unheard.

Between the creepy darkness
and a bleeding bruise.
They come as a healer
for you to confuse.

Curing from the pain
is not their cause.
Betwixt the distress
they come as a pause.

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Love is a journey in which there is no momentary pause or any hope to reach the destination. After all it is not love if it comes to an end or to the destination.......

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Pause should be taken for appropriate
cause only, because there is not much
distance between stop and full stop.

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One doesn't really detest endings.
Denouements happen.
What irks the soul, are the ones
That have missing conclusions:
A song, cut in the middle;
A book, with torn pages;
A word, at the tip of one's tongue;
A goodbye, left unsaid;
A choice, out of one's grasp;
A wish, stuck in one's mind--
Those are the trappings
That permeate pervading nightmares--
The pauses, allowed to fester and mold.

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If not rewind,
you may still pause
and rejoice the
songs of present.

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Only if this world could pause a bit for me,
that I'd dig out my fossils of what I was earlier...

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for i am just a leaf
in her garden of friends.
so don't ask if she will pause and pick
me, when i can no longer stand.

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//Afterlife//

I often wonder where I would be after my soul
drifts apart from this world,
If I would be floating between the clouds or
I would be flowing like the breeze that soothes the
universe,
What if my bad deeds are more than
the good deeds??
Am I be pushed to the doors of hell that gonna boil
my body with the unbearable heat?
Or am I gonna take a rebirth as a lizard
that I am afraid of now?
What if my soul will be roaming at night
drinking plenty of blood of those who are alive?
it's too horrible, isn't it?
But deep down I want to be the one among the
million of stars that shines bright at night and wink
at their loved ones when they seeks solace in
the darkness,
And I often wonder where I would be after my
soul drifts apart from this
world,

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