I feel empty, very void.
I don’t know how and I don’t know why.
But it is a burning flame inside of me.
Igniting my very being.
Not happy not sad, I don’t feel I feel.
The void devours my words before I speak.
I close my eyes and phosphenes die out.
Like a cellar deprived of light for ages.
The world revolving around me seems so disparate,
Like it’s all against me.
Sometimes I wonder how it could be so bad.
Or is it the void which makes me think so much?
In need of a hand to hold mine when I lay numb.
To pull me out and lend me a purpose.
Listen me out as I crave to be heard,
To fill my emptiness with a fire of passion.
-ManManthan & AestheticGraphy
This poem is written in collaboration with Darshan and we have expressed our…
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