There is a gaping hole around.
It feels like an essential piece of furniture has been removed.
But it is not the absence that needles me all day.
Nor does the vacuum, but the past’s presence
Vibrant colours have run out till there is nothing left.
The space that once cried for more space now echoes with silence.
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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