Separated

And then there is that stage. The optional one. Not everyone sees it through but a few. Punctuation-wise it wouldn't be a comma, it's not a pause. Not a semi-colon, because I don't think so. Not a full stop at all, that would be too rude. And too un-affordable an assumption. It could be a conjunction of spaces. Because minds haunted by the said stage develop voids within.Or not. Sometimes it's not even a stage, it could last a forever. And it seems to last one anyway.

Talking about Separation. Lovers separated. Do you get how polished that sounds. We're not together. Not broken up. We're separated.  For now. For a while now. Could be a while longer. Or forever. But we're no more in love. Or may be we are. And we don't care. Because the by products of this affair are too much to take. And the stakes are high.

Also, there's no uncertainty. Only the nausea of a forced peace.

Punctuation-wise, this stage could be an ellipsis. We don't know what words to fill in anymore, so we hold the pen still and let the ink blotch into three dots. Inside our minds we keep asking, what else is there to say. Bewitched by this wordlesness, no one could say if there will be another shore. A few words after the ellipsis. Or some love that survived this separation...

4 comments:

jnana said...

I love your choice of words.

Vagabond said...

punctuation wise, this should be in quotation marks.

Krish said...

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(I hate it that this comment for sure, proves I am not a robot. And yet, I still have to type two meaningless things in the text box, which for most part of today have felt like silly commercials of a breathtaking movie.)

wildflower said...

I have been absolutely relishing your say on my writ, all day. Quietly. But in this one you came up with something that I had to surface and be overwhelmed. I could even write a post on this tonite. Wow!