Farcical Stillness

Still!

Like a single stem from a withered branch.

I hang precariously.

I want not to fall.

I wish not to carry on.

The stillness of my existence

runs deep

attempting to silence my drowning restlessness.

Beneath the whirlpool of overflowing emotion,

I lie hurdled in grudging desire.

Thundering thoughts crawl below

the crevices of my flowing demeanor.

Making me wonder-

Is my stillness a farce?

One Single Impression: Stillness

Pause -The Magic Moment!

She paused as he approached her

slowly taking her soft gentle hand

in his strong embracing one

to clasp forever.....

He paused as she walked towards him

hesitatingly,

she came up to him and gave him her hand

standing on her toes to give him the kiss of life....

Mother paused one last time

before she gazed gently at me

enveloping me in her warmth

and then, let go...

Pause- the magical moment between reflection and deed.

For One Single Impression