Tasteless

There are moments that are
tasteless like the cold food.
They pass through you
but are not worthy to be relished.

They are not even contemplated upon.
We reflect only when we have an inkling
that there is some answer.
Somethings are abrupt without any answer
lets say death, about which
we stop thinking midway of mourning.

Catharsis is essential in this world
We have to set aside so many things
even ourselves at times.

We can cut out these moments like
the censoring for family viewing and
portray a discontinuous broadcast.

Nothing to worry.
Better leave things to imagination
It is even better to hope for fatal errors
Which can set things right in a quirky way.