Void, the Emptiness of Life
by Sneha Subramanian Kanta
An empty path
The leaves fall timelessly… I wander about Not considering the crowd Absurd; it may seem… For I’m a social animal. Atleast considered so. Something within the branch of this flourishing tree Has called to wither away in winter We’re supposedly living on a planet Where faith and trust exhale in every inhale This contradictory night, I fathom Never but yet deep consciousness… The lanterns lit do not conjure so much light As to battle with death. This night is deep; vicious and beams, Radiating many thoughts I felt yet kept silent about… Comes a certain aura this night Something tells me this is reinstated: the goodwill. For oft when I pass by faces; All appear familiar, but yet are strangers I see a pain in every eye I pass… A brow raised; questioning my identity I’m the one who roams empty streets at lonesome roads; The hours trickle past like drops making an ocean Is there some parameter in which we call a day a day and a night a night…? A sense of belonging A detached heart Questions and answers make me wonder about Roses are beautiful and please the eye… Yet, they’ve thorns When they prick you cry… Some dilemma in the universe A central suffering called life I believe has much to it than moments of strife The plain singing bird that plays upon my desk… I hear shallow and deep voices, Someone screams for help in pain… We’re made up of those million neurons that help us experience feeling This thought upon the soft eye of mine Reclaimed never the humanist feeling… Words are weapons, they’re graveyards Words are power; words make or break…
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