The Pause Poem by Puskar Sikdar

Behind the veil of a thoughtless, weightless mind,
In shattered dreams' unyielding bind;
Even yesterday,
Along memory's fragile, meandering stream,
Let desires drench in patience's blazing dream.

In the strange twilight of changing days,
An unknown conscience softly sways;
Submerged in the daze of alluring might,
Lonely hours slip away from sight.

The cruel gaze of reality's stealthy wall
Ignites a spark at awareness's call;
Even today,
In tales of feelings uncontrolled and raw,
Bears disgrace beneath truth's very law.

In life's playground of words and light,
Loyal followers of form hold meaning tight.
Yet on shores of failure, speechless and worn,
Silence seeks comfort where words were torn.

Bound by time's fast-moving decree,
The heart still longs to paint in poetry;
Even tomorrow,
In trance-like moods and captive prose,
My mind may flee chasing a fragrant pause.

Now the ink in my soul softly slows,
Even words refuse to fully compose.
Why shout my pride through echoes wide?
Let me just say—it's time to step aside.