Pray for the Play Button

The unseen, too

Can be seen.

Some running after it

And some away.

The greens and the Blues

Are breathing.

While we, like possessive abusive lovers,

suffocate.

Roads are screaming of memorized footsteps,

And fashion is how colorfully you cover your face.

A scary unseen,

Like a landslide.

Some panic, some celebrate,

Some suffer.

Is this a 'Pause' ?

Of Dreams, Plans and Love.

The sameness is a pain.

But,

After its gone,

We might start drawing borders again.