The pauses

The path traversed without any rhyme
A pointless journey, so thought I
The end  that obscures to rye

It is but one moment
moment to moment that
one's breath in silence gets spoken

It is but relentless cycle
cycle to cycle
of breaths and pauses
The clauses of pauses
that I possess

The pointless journey that I thought
One breath after another till naught
Till naught that bears lightness
of  the clauses of pauses
that I once possessed




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