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.)
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Refill
I empty out memories.
I bring out tears.
From nook and cranny.
Of a withered heart.
Of an aching soul.
That has left nothing more
To empty or to show.
But, from the indefinite corner.
From the infinite recess.
Gushes out a painful memory.
A shooting tear.
Ripping apart the soul.
That is seeking respite.
A break from the habit.
The routine of redemption.
From the process of emptiness to fulfilment.
Just leave a space.
That seeks no refill.
Just a vacuum.
That needs no gain.
That can revel in loss.
Where there is no pain from gain
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That sounds like a novel way to live…
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