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Void, the emptiness of life

by Sneha Subramanian Kanta
(Mumbai, Maharashtra, India)

End of a day, evening setting in and loneliness too...

End of a day, evening setting in and loneliness too...

United; yet apart
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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Aug 17, 2012
I am addicted to your poems
by: Geetashree Chatterjee

Sneha, there are so many shades to this poem. Light and darkness, sorrow and happiness and above all despair and hope all strung in one garland called life!

Aug 10, 2012
by: Mohit

I have learnt a lot from you sne. And it continues. Beautiful as always.

Aug 05, 2012
Thank you...
by: Sneha

Thanks for your kind words, Vimala.

Aug 04, 2012
by: vimala ramu

Such a profound poem Sneha, so much in contrast to my flippant nature! Well written.

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