EMPTY

The search that leads to void

Craft the heart to race

Arouse the sleeping soul

The empty bottle

The empty self

The empty mind

The empty hand

The empty sheet

The empty belly

The bloody head

The weary eyes

The tamed tongued

The gnashing teeth

The sweating feet

The feet that saunter

Saunter into nowhere

Lost, empty soul

Soul arise from the grave

Grave that hauled senses

Senses ensnare in surreal universe

The heart’s desire

Unleashed in reality

Lost , empty soul…

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The morning rain that veils the sun

The drenched boulevard

The clamor of a busy metropolis

The scenery that composes a day

Arrived in this four cornered room

Hailed by friends with a cheerful souls

As moments passes by

The psyche was enchanted

Given with wings that it could fly

Queen size bed in an air-conditioned room

Big soft pillows and a thick blanket

Those heavy eyelids

That educes this hopeless poet

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The chief was out:

Within this raucous place

I deserted my self

I throw not even a glance

Listening to this heartbeat of mine

How can I sing?

How can I dance?

Evoke:

Memories of a chocolate bar

Awake, late at night until dawn

Bestow sympathy to the artiste

The drama invades my persona

Mad spectators awaits for me to be awaken

Lying on the bamboo couch, dreaming

How can I wake up?

Lightheaded, I force myself to stand

Veracity slaps me

This cold water, embrace me

This hot coffee, its sweet aroma

Food for the flesh tousled in this round platter

Food for the soul, Forgotten!

How can I stop the time?

The old and broken shoe

The three wheeled vehicle

The waiting swivel chair

The huge map

The cup of Water

And then Silence

When it rains, it pours

It pours?

Happiness or maybe tears

The time:

                Moving slowly

                The rest is silence …