Held On Hold. Poem by Durlabh Singh

Held on hold, the hours pass
Sour it may be. a slippery mold
Seeing colour, feel of strength
A vivid life in concentration.

Elongation in shorter meter
Immediations in censered mind
A suspension cast before and after
A time for no decision to bind.
Short life infused with mordant
A sip, sigh or laughter in sight
Running with stream along the banks
Keeping pace with a shadowy chapter.

Silent knowledge, a newness born
Without foundation without reason
A fulcrum suspended beyond concept
Total being merged in amalgamated season.