I feel empty, very void.
I don’t know how and I don’t know why.
But it is a burning flame inside of me
Igniting my very being.
Not happy not sad, I don’t feel I feel
The void devours my words before I speak
I close my eyes and phosphenes die out
Like a cellar deprived of light for ages
The world revolving around me seems so disparate
Like it’s all against me
Sometimes I wonder how it could so bad.
Or is it the void which makes me think so much.
In need of a hand to hold mine when I lay numb
To pull me out and lend me a purpose
Listen me out as I crave to be heard
To fill my emptiness with a fire of passion
– AestheticGraphy & ManManthan
This was my first ever and beautiful collaboration with Riya, an attempt to write about that feeling of emptiness within us.
The verses in bold are written by her. Do check out her amazing blog!
This turned out great!❤
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Ikr !
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Been a while since I’ve seen you.
Great poem, bro.
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Thanks bro!😊 I couldn’t think of writing something since a long time now… hence the gap.
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Haha I totally get it! Welcome back!
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This is good!
Beautifully done, both of y’all!❤
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Thanks Shivani !
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