Ellipses


Drawing pathways 

To your heart’s treasure chest

Small round dots

They simply lure

Curious minds

Writers and readers.

They dance upon the page,

In thoughts and emotions

Simple they appear 

But complicated they are

With umpteen meanings 

Unspoken emotions

Depicting uncertainty

Unending thoughts..

Ifs and buts

A pause

A breath

A sigh…


The wish 

To go back on time

To reverse things around

The memories like photo frames

Nailed to your heart

That are now,

Mere nails and bricks..

Sand and shavings of wood..

Ashes and dust..


To dream

Things that you wished for

Ellipses symbolising eutony

Reverberating memories bygone

Heart beats creating musical notations

Of unions unfulfilled 

Composing ecstatic tones 

Of recollections so happy

And ponder all that we embrace.


Elated to be alive

To live life

Giving meaning to the ellipses

An unfinished thought

A subtle light

They hold a world we cannot shake.

In those dots 

Tranquility they find.

In ellipses,

Secrets lie unbroken.

With every dot,

A door is opened

To realms unknown

Ideas unspoken

Dreams yet to be awakened.


Like stars that dot a hazy night,

Or ripples on a tranquil lake,

They offer solace

To the weary mind.

A chance to drift, 

To briefly unwind.

Letting minds whisper 

Wander and wonder.


So cherish them,

Those humble dots.

Weaving a maze of thoughts

A constant reminder of,

Come what may,

And let our words,

In ellipses, trot.

For in those pauses 

Beauty resides,

In the realm of words,

Where meanings hide…



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