Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The Black Hole

Impregnated by silent words
I stare blankly at the computer screen
words still reverberating
dashing to and fro
melting, burning...piercing
am i weak or am i not
body i have and a hollow soul
memories i wish to avoid
filtered memories are burnt again
I gather the ashes to survive
planting the saplings of my desire, of yours
only to watch it trampled and crushed
some insignificant brambles, with thorns I failed to see
I pick up the ashes everytime and stare at the blank hollow
inside
only to realize an understanding
and work accordingly
swallowing my pains bitter, sour...rancid
sweet were they a moment ago
sweet they will be a moment after
this intermission is dry and black
I lose my strength and tear apart
falling falling in a bottomless crevass
trying to grope and clutch your hands
My dreams are not mine
My desires are not mine
nor are my actions, nor my thoughts
I am one who cannot be one
explaining in my dreams to you
still in the dark black of abysmal nullity
suffering, squinting, unable to move my limbs
sunlight waits, but I cant reach it
I have lost all my ability to function on my own
Neither do I work on reserve power
a nobody with a shattered soul
no drops of pity left for myself
but a quaint ray of hope glimmering at a distance
Only if I can reach it
hold my hands...

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