Void all around waiting to be filled.
A distant light approaches my realm.
Flashes eddy in; I see what I haven’t seen before.
The happy days of yore lay taut and untouched.
The light recedes, leaving behind no trails
I stand in solitude, enveloped by darkness.
Beside me lay tattered hopes and faded dreams.
As we silently see yet another day pass by.
It resembles a mirage. On a canvas so large. They call it life. That illusion so rife. Never mind its name. They say it is all in a game. Seems so unbelievably eternal. But it is only the end that is real.
Me, me!!!

- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
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