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Friday, February 6, 2015

Abyss Of Nothingness

“There's something beautiful about nothingness, the eerie silence within, the emptiness, that hollow spot where you are mostly found, that yearning for isolation and disappearing from existence, refusing to be found again or ever again, completely repelling the presence of any other being. Echoes of nothingness are louder than anything I can hear. I don't know how mad I have been about living or existence, like I have been drunk in nothingness. When we are tired to find out the reason, guess we name it as nothing.”



















It’s dark, hard enough to see;
am lying drunk in memories,
the flashback stabbing me;
they said love is a disease.

I was scared, never believed;
know you had insecurities,
but you never said honey;
and we've missed opportunities.

How many times did I die?
wonder if I and you were we;
lost in abyss of nothingness,
walking the streets of uncertainty.
Being lost in abyss of nothingness;
I know there’s nothing to worry,
it will be fine; heard through grapevine,
promises echo in eternity honey.

Remember something?
when you said believe,
I did, I was in every word;
never knew you’d leave.

There’s no dream to dream;
like I've been drunk in misery,
was I delusional enough;
to not get it out of me?

So how many times I've to die?
wonder if I and you were we;
lost in abyss of nothingness,
walking the streets of uncertainty.
Being lost in abyss of nothingness;
I know there’s nothing to worry,
it will be fine; heard through grapevine,
promises echo in eternity honey.

~Shreya 

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P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!

6 comments:

  1. beautiful..takes me back to memory lanes of nothingness..when schedules and deadlines did not exist..perhaps man today is too busy to pause and reflect..the stillness of silence feels so calming to me..

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    1. True.. there's charm in pause, so fading away.

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  2. That is my favourite form of human expression. Because it has no bounds. Nice one :)
    Btw did you know there is a song , 'The Abyss'. You might find it on google.

    Cheers,
    Tanvi

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    1. :) No I don't know about this song. Wait, lemme listen. Nou, I can't find this. Help me with the link please. :)

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