That hug ...lacking emotion
Feels like you're just holding
Not even reluctantly but bracing lazy arms to rest until they are ready to leave
That ear...never listening
Feels like you're wasting air
And it hurts !
Disappointment , disgust , clad crying demeanour
To see the most important of my being's hymns
Ignored by distracted ears
That voice...always talking
Feels like you're so consumed by the richness of your tone
And the screaming sound in my silence ..
Is silenced by the perfectly expressed highs and lows in your "I this and I that and I am "
That stare ...always insensitive
Greets my crumbled mind that lays crying in my eye's brown rays
Greets me with that " iv got to go in five minutes so make it quick " kind of gaze
That ... That which stands as a lamp
In the absence of "that" I feel the peace of nothing
In the presence of "that" I am nothing which is shot 8 feet... Further under nothing ....
"That" which makes me die
Clad in "nothing"
Amplifies the nothing
Gives me all of nothing
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