Vague and Void

Last night I was thinking 
Staring at the lamp, not blinking 
I realised, this poetry is my tears
It’s my smiles and my fears.
For my soul to breathe 
It’s words that bleed.
Poetry gets me, always
But what about those nights
And those days
When I feel like the void
That doesn’t seem to fill
Just the eeriness that kills
It’s times like these
When I just think and think and think 
My insides burn, burst and sink.
Times like these, 
I’m a stone that doesn’t feel.
But it gets better after sunshine
Filling the void with horizontal lines
That are parallel, not meeting
Feels alright,
But last night,
Has no reasoning.

Muskaan Sancheti 

Picture Source: Pinterest 


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