About page of infinitesimal pauses,
Temporal;
Absolute change in existence, adjourned
Sine die.
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Tag: Life
For Her
She and I didn’t share the same nature of job.
I’ve known her but for some time now.
She and I never spoke anything
Except exchanged “Thank you”
For the cup of tea she served me at work.
Today, unlike other days
She and I got into the lift together and were alone.
I smiled and fiddled with my phone
And she searched in her bag for chocolates
“You know, I work for myself and my past is not painful.”
“Happy Women’s Day, madam.”
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Privacy
Hiding behind the scene,
She hoped to remain unseen;
“Private I am and share not my mind.”
Her performance a dream;
Applause heard among scream;
“Private I am and save me my name.”
Who she is, mattered everywhere.
Who she truly is, mattered to none;
“My privacy is precious and I trade not.”
And thoughts conflicted
Between real and realm
In her sacred private space.
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Yet, I am not different
Apparently, there’s nothing common
In two people’s lives,
Till situation wipes space and time;
Opportune to movement
I’m here and so are you;
When was the last, where time raced
With little reflection?
Boundaries apart
Preciousness of life
Yet to be realised….
Waiting and waning
“Will I see another New Year?”
Child asked Santa;
Trust never failed.
I continue to read,
Hoping for many
A life of dignity
And some food to eat.
Wonder, if they still know
The taste of potatoes and beans.
There’s nothing common
Yet, I am not different.
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