One Cannot Pause

When there is no luxury to pause, the sky changes its temperament 

In fleeting moments, the journey takes keen turns; compulsions of subtle changes

Even short steps palpitate the heart- one is unprepared  for the destination

There fewer chances of listening earnestly and eyes can marvel at the smudged images

Folks speak of their inner turmoil; narrates some of the interesting lines from folklore

Before the heart can settle down, the mind can think of another Providential route

Those who speak with you can be trusted, but there are many around and behind speaking of failure

Travails of journeying feet over arduous terrains; destinations evaporate early

Following those who are ahead may be an illusion of defeating time and fate

~Amitav