Burnout

The silence between
Clusters of silent moments
Grew longer by the day
Devoured by time’s devilish grins
Forced introspection
Fuelled by paradoxes
Of one’s own binaries
Is it me or the thoughts
Stuck at the crossroads
Of biases and baggage
Loopy, repetitive, hazy
The destination of clarity
With its myriad detours
Still eludes the seeker
Whywhathows hover relentless
Seeking pregnant pauses
Will to act, the victim
Chaos the noisy victor
Maybe the moment plays traitor
I’m just an accomplice.