Submitted to emptiness,
Given to the void within,
Nothing to hold on,
Nothing to clutch for living...
Soiled is the heart's core,
With memories yet to erase,
Why to hold on? What to hold on?
Questions that soul do raise..
Stampede of many emotions,
Rampage that grips the soul,
When I want to pelt a stone,
And break that shining moon ...
When I want to lay my head,
Onto this earth's muddy lap..
When I want to sleep,
In that mossy doorstep...
Love had come once,
But I could not hold,
It left without taking,
Leaving me richer, manifold..
Now in my unloved hour,
When am alone and void,
I know, all are but illusions fine,
Only, I to myself have cheated !
~Manjuri~
Love had come once,
But I could not hold,
It left without taking,
Leaving me richer, manifold..
Now in my unloved hour,
When am alone and void,
I know, all are but illusions fine,
Only, I to myself have cheated !
~Manjuri~
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