Perched at the top but still looking down with those eyes seeking love and solace gazing from emptiness to nothing I'm the single soul left in this metropolis where I can see every one but everyone is blind to see me Those crimson tinge skies carrying the smell of the dusk laced with the dancing specks of … Continue reading Perched
Why do we feel empty inside? Why do we feel hollow inside? stripped of our emotions why do we feel numb inside when the emotions are raging anger and pain are roaring and all the feelings are screaming and squealing as hard as they can. Why do we feel hollow inside? When there is a … Continue reading Hollow
We are so perfect about managing our imperfections Watching them grow every day Making sure that they have been cared properly We are so keen to bring out the flaws in everyone Forgetting about our own flawed mortality We are so eager to dive deep into the oblivion Chest thumping about out snowflake level existence … Continue reading Man-The Imperfectionist
A profound thought to share with you my beloved readers and dear friends in the WordPress community as I publish my 1001 post.
Clothes on the drying line dripping and swayed away by the winds they are empty there is no fullness no body as the soul is missing but the sleeves are stained wet with the dried cracked blood of the kid who got crushed under your feet in the riot yesterday Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash --Megha
First published in Visual Verse Vol 5 Chapter 10 Your mind, a congruence of aberrant thoughts a serendipitous convergence, you try so fervently to carve your own niche your own identity in this cesspool of clones floating for eons from here to nothing Your face, a stark reflection of the blatant reality where everyone is … Continue reading Feeble attempt