After It Paused

Time has paused and retired, so it feels from the unchangeable situations

Every day the same illustrations, even the reflections fail the reality test

The eyes must be looking at some emerging banter orchestrated by life

Prime emotions are missing and precious conversations are misplaced

Some are erased by time, others are struggling to prove their identity

Thrust upon us the heavy objects with unkindest designs; the sore shoulders

Cannot bear the agony and ignominy of life reduced to a frail definition

~Amitav

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