[ void ]
When I talk about love
I am talking about empty spaces
- void always
But never felt this empty before.
Like the gaps betwixt my fingers
Being looked at like the gaps,
O how weak I fall
As I dare open the hands clenched from long
And wonder if these wrinkled lines
Woud reiterate the tale of a tainted love.
Tainted, for I had loved the personality,
But had to live with the character.
'Twas a love I had contrived myself to believe
That the void was my past.
Yet, here I stand
Beside the plinth of my solitude
With a heart full of cries,
Cries that die out in this unending void.
~ Sameer & Rachit