Empty places doesn't matter..,
but why do people evacuate this world
before vacating someone's heart..,
Loved ones demise
is like getting a
Quake in your nerves.,
Promptly their presence
Becomes a void.,
It fills grief in your realm,
You sway like
A Swing borad
Without a cord..,
Go back and forth
In their absence..,
It will push you
To the deep hush.,
Bushes starts to grow
In your garden..,
Sometimes you endup hearing
Them calling your name..,
You know your cries
Don't get them back
But you still do..
Why do they go??
When they still have
Place in our thought ??
I do believe in human souls,
Maybe it was their pneuma
Which raise when we burn them.,
Giving them our hand in fire
Won't hurt more than
Living without them..,
The Ashes that left
Do they bring them back
If I spread them on landscape??
Those portraits with smiles,
Were choked up in memories
Whenever you touch them
They will nail in your mind.,
But after some years.,
The moments that were in hand
Will Just split like sand.,
Those fin of rumination
Couldn't sail further..,
And the actual quietus
Is when they really
Left your memory..
©priya1910
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