Angirasa Acharya (aka Jim....) (angiasaa) wrote,
Angirasa Acharya (aka Jim....)
angiasaa

The Empty Whole

Written a few days ago... I forgot to note down the date. And though I'd intended to have this post up earlier, I was apprehensive and unsure if it was the most clever thing to do on Earth or not. Finally, I'm convinced. All for the best. One day, many millennia from now, someone will read it and be thankful for the joy. His friend would weep in sadness. :)

The Pome lies beneath the cut.



" T h e     E m p t y     W h o l e "


A lonely long night, of painful moments,
      stretched through to sorrowful infinity....
Luscious dark clouds stretch out so dense,
      and through it all, I'm filled with guilty pity.

Her heart beats in quiet persistence,
      but apart from signs to know, no way
if she can feel me flutter in this stance....
      I fear to void such love each day.

So long my tears have been hidden away,
      inside parched lids, my eyes do reside,
a while on a path, they led astray....
      powerful emotions rage unchecked inside.

Her breath moves slow and daintily,
      to nourish a mind in pain so saintly.
It weaves through catacombs of sorrow,
      to bring light upon mine eyes, tomorrow....

- 200901xx




Kaydeeyoh!

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