VACUITY

Inner emptiness

Words are unable to express the depth,
No paintings are capable to show the shades,
A strange kind of grief it is,
A strange kind of pain it is,
Blood burning wounds, and there is no cure,
The whirling movement of heart,
The rhythmic dances of body,
From bottom to the top, it wants to elope,
An unknown power embraces, it sucks and throw away,
A terror full of passion, a flaming lust,
Soul comes out of body, it whist, it whispers,
It wants to enjoy, with whom and whither?
there is none,, nowhere,,
A strange kind of place it is,
A strange kind of true it is,
but true to life,
I lie in vacuity, vacuity lies in me...

Reviews

[Briana O'Connor]

this is intense. I can feel the pain within the words. very well penned. thank you for sharing.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot.briana

[Ashira Macy]

Oh wow, this is a heavy piece for sure. Really well written, and I know how you feel. Emptiness is a painful ache.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot Ashira macy :)

[Baby Ricochet]

It's deep man. Way inside

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks Baby Ricochet

[Avinash]

In solitude you will find all your answers and this is the first stage of liberation of soul. I loved your poem because it independent and with no bounds. Keep writing on.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks dear friend :)

[Deepwater]

not one of my normal reviews but you have a point and after reading 3 times I think I now understand good job keep writing

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks deepwater :)