Why i entered to this, empty handed
with no souls attached to the words i write
no fear on anything that i wish for and fight
nothing to look and up pray, without lies
i lived as i liked, but not much as i loved
giving off some bits, and got back no hits
but now i got misfit, as long as im sick
without any one to hold on, here i am
looking at my wall and hoping some to get by
along my old closet, it shows emptiness of my all
nothing coming out, except dust and old leaves
here i am dying away, my blood chills and head sleeps
just leave me here and take off
my words are empty, rather my soul
i enjoy my loneliness more than anything
and obliged to tell u this, that im so sensitive
11 comments:
Excellent Shine.
Exactly this is what i feel, N u framed it.
Keep it up !
my brother,
its been so long since i've heard from you.
well brother why don't you write.
wish to read from you
Reading this piece, I am sure many would identify themselves. Looks like u spoke for others as well
human nature is same everywhere my dear,
we all carry same bones, sweat and meat
so, our voices will also be same.
thanks for writing........
I missed reading these beautiful lines.. This is the beginning of a new journey..a new search..Mysteries upon mysteries are waiting for you..
...I meant creative emptiness which is purely a metaphysical issue..
oh great, lets see whats gonna come.......... he he he
Well Bro,
I have my own blog, But it's hidden & buried.
Never want any one to know about it.
Regards,
Babaji M P.
take it our bro, just let your feelings to be free
love is second stage of pain............
may be, could be, hopefully
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