![]() My Husband Mr.Empty.A Poem by Prabha Salimath![]() Emptiness doesn't mean loss of something but if you make use of it means, it brings a fine thing in you.![]()
I am alone.
The quiet emptiness. Mr .Empty is my man now. Mind is in great race, of unknown charges. As empty mind is devil's house, but there is no wrong mean of it. It's all about my stagnation. It's running again empty, Why? Where I'm blessed with many gifts. Is there any problem of choosing any one? or else it needs something new, amazing & very special. Mr.Empty got me in his spell. I ignored everything. Even who I am & what I am? I sit with him every minute of my day, without missing my conscious hours. May be I'm in love with Mr.Empty and he loves me too... When everyone is with me he disappears, he invariably appears when I'm alone. Days are passing slow from the day he entered my life. My mind was busy with hectic schedule. I tried to keep pace with my thoughts. There is no time, for even myself. Might I be lost in there only. Everything won't happen as I wish. A great disaster falls apart of loosing the task. Then he came to pacify me. He is the only guy in my life who showed my reckless past actions. He taught me to control intensified motives and explained to choose before go on for anything. We're unioned now, forever & ever. I take vow to visit him and he takes to reflect on my actions. He is one of my favorite teachers who taught me to think before act. © 2014 Prabha SalimathAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 8, 2014 Last Updated on July 8, 2014 Author![]() Prabha SalimathIndiaAboutEveryone is unique piece of God, a very intelligent artist of this universe. I know it sounds crazy, what I have to do? I believe this. I do started to write since I'm 11yr old but scared to exhibit i.. more..Writing
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