VACUOUS

VACUOUS

lonesome I sit and listen
to the intonation of depletedness
warbling to me , the one with empty arms
and pulverized dreams

Everything I ever wanted , seems
unreachable or taken by another
Is fate a cruel prankster , with an unfunny joke?

I wonder at times ,if Destiny
has deemed me to wander all alone
never knowing a lovers caress,or the passion in his eyes

at times the longing is maddening
the tears fall and melt into my pillow
the loneliness enveloping me once again
I curse my longing soul

I watch others and still can smile at their joy
but at times , the hurt is raw
a reminder of what I don't have
and maybe never will

No lovers laughter or knowing smiles
no cuddles in the break of day light
my words heard whispered in the darkness
only by my goddess and me

so many broken dreams , promises
all came to me times past but do nothing in the now
for now I am alone in my bed and life
with unanswered songs

never touching the realness
of a lovers face and hair
only staring at the space of nothing and feeling more alone then I ever believed I could

Never did I believe I would end up this way
to end each day hungering for the touch
of the one I love But he isn't here , the dark prince of my longings

Screaming in my mind , shattering my heart
like broken glass, I am tired of all alone
I face alone the day in my bed ,nocturnal angel all alone
in the void of emptiness that is my world.............

Reviews

[Zero_Edge88]

"Oh but Fate is not the cruel prankster, it is Time itself. For he holds out surprises that one could never even begin to understand. We are but singular moments in this plural space where we can be someone but truly we are just holding on to them.

We are all wanderers yet we teem in this sky ocean of stars and sands. For what better do we owe when we separate when we should know that those lead are meant to follow in the end. As opposed to those who wander already are guiding themselves in the share of a different ocean.

As to our consent of they are heard and never forgotten as it is resided in the universal language of our conscience. So whisper deeply and dream ever so serenely the prince is but a pauper whose eloquence is not from the words he sweeps you away and his extravagance is only presented to you in your wildest moments. Shine in the darkest hour, Speak in the most profane decadence and most importantly Smile in the bravest of ways for you are rewarded not in the emptiness of your heart but your eversting soul.

Love should never be disguised as it is a blessing from the sky. A gift from the celestial planes. A fond memory of the stars. Emptiness is never it only in knowledge do we are empty but in love we are fully satisfied."

[tuvi]

thanks zero :)

[amit singh]

I think poetry is not just about words,it's about feelings and you have beautifully knitted emotions of loneliness in your poem...

[tuvi]

thanks alot

[Sami Khalil]

"never touching the realness
of a lovers face and hair
only staring at the space of nothing and feeling more alone then I ever believed I could

Never did I believe I would end up this way
to end each day hungering for the touch "
This is one of your most powerful writes and you portray emptiness marvelously...Thank you for penning...:)

[tuvi]

thanks alot sami for the review ... its been a while we reviewed each other ...I'm not getting enough time to write :(

[Sami Khalil]

I hope you do...You are welcome...:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

emptiness is often suddenly replaced with companionship and love...but yes, it can be hard to stand by and watch others who are paired up when are so alone.

lots of emotion in your write.

hopefully that void for the speaker of the poem is temporary and will soon be filled...

jacob

[tuvi]

thanks jacob for the review

[Vikrantsingh]

Quiet Scuttle in terms of judging things. I hope, you have to wait and give more sometime :P
Just Kidding, that was nothing to do with personal comment dear. About this poem, Yes! truly powerful and throughout lonesome and emptiness with stable and improved in reading as I kept moving from para by para.
This is way strong poem, which asks for need/hope/happiness and many things to follow. I read this and felt yes sometimes we are so helpless, things which we need are already went so far we can't drag them back to us.
Nevertheless, this has to be the way it went. We have to be more Stable and Self Dependent to help ones self, which only we can do. Not one does and no one cares. We have to manage self and move further.
With wise thoughts I loved this poem, Powerful and Full of message to love self.
Good Work Tuvi :)
Cheers!
- Singh :)

[Dhaye]

Emptiness is fatal to some people. When they don't have enough faith, hope and patience, they would surely fall down.

I was once a victim of emptiness, where profession never satisfy my spirit. Life is like living in a tunnel. No sunshine and no rain at all. But one day, I just woke up that I am already painting my thoughts with my words. Yes, I became a writer. And that day, I know emptiness was already healed...for ART was my first love, and writing is a part of it.

In this piece, the voice longs for her prince. Emptiness swallowed her for being alone each moment. Nobody to touch. No one to caress. All things she wanted seem taken away from her. Is it really fate? Or should I say she is making her own fate? As long as she's alive it will never be fate...for she still has the chance to modify her life if she will. Mind over heart...that's the ultimate rule to make oneself free of emptiness.

I wouldn't say my life is perfect 'cause there's no perfect life, I supposed. But everytime I feel I am lacking something, I just look at those things I have at hand.

Tuvi, this is a relevant but I admit, an emotional write. Keep writing.

[tuvi]

thanks for the review :)