“STOP” – a poem…

Crossing the Other Side

I can see clearer from

a distance, those things which

are but a blur when zoomed.




I need not inquire to 

understand how things went

from perfect to twisted.




The light may give warmth

yet warmth can be extreme

and extreme never leaves

one unscathed.




Life. We are but leaves. We

shall all fall down someday.

Would it even matter if the wind

blows you away- when you know

you’ll eventually be part of the brown. 




The wind never saves. It only

cushions the fall. For fall, we will.




Reality- the crusher of dreams. 

I stopped believing. 


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