Pauses

The Sun was out, distributing perplexity. He took out a complacent, unconvincing smile from his bag.
She looked left-wards and then right, quickly checking whether a new thought was on its way to her. It wasn't so. In the rolling up and down of her sleeves, she sought consolation next. The question remained. It had made the air heavy, the moment unbearable. Time must be travelling somewhere...she kept tracing it on her wrist.


The grass died last week. Another day goes to bed. Another year burns itself out. Bewilderment has multiplied. So has discomfort. Questions choke conversation and anxiety robs the present of all joy. The effort of breathing under the same roof seems to be drowning their lives. The Sun stands by today too. The Fuel and the Fire.


They now breathe more wisely. But, the first trees of Promise are dead. The Sun is harsher and supreme. Several years have gone mute. Cynicism now ascends to the throne. They sit unperturbed under mock-trees, servants of the cynical empire. Dreams do not come. They never order for them.
Live on, they tell. Sing song, they say. We are rational beings- forever learning, forever calm, forever hopeful, forever in dismay.