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In the arms of solitude, keenly sense, A vast absence, a void intense. Every passing moment silently pleads, A sweet presence, my spirit needs.   The gentle wind whispers, softly it sways, Lost in echoes, as time slips away. A longing to grasp lingering still, In every breath, I feel the chill.   Amidst the quiet, I seek your embrace, A desire so deep, it leaves a trace. In the hush of night, in the ray of day, Your absence dawdles, never fades away.

Don’t stop, don’t stumble Go on, be fast, Collect strewn coins and jewels A dream run that never ends But Beware! Behind you All along running on A monstrous haunt Ready to grasp If u stop but for once Stopped and wonder Why do I love? A non-stop running game. Are we not running through? The hollow lively grey In life don’t we go on? Running non stop From the devilish being Called time Who consumes us all Leaving nothing behind.

Messiah, O Messiah Thou art my guide, the enlightenment of knowledge Your hands has saved me From the dense of danky You incarnate in so many visages To save one jour or the other To such a point from whence Single face does no more matter. Guidance gizmo and suggestion surreptitiously Of thine, come to quiz why You disappeared in this fugitive ply. Though, your agile absence bestir to its pallid presence Sacks of sagacity still pine for thy essence. Illuminate my orgiastic body of eclipse Resurrect again, not for mine, all evil memory to release.                                                 

Looking at the mirror I gaped, The echoed image blurs out an Obscure knowingly unknown silhouette Staring at me with inquisitorial eyes, What is it? Real or apparition that I know not. Is it 'I'? - May be, But in what way can I know for certain? The images eye sees, I believe, Shall I must do so? Why? The notion perturbs me Is it all some kinda dream? How can one be sure? How can one be indubitable? Of what eyes see Can it not be some kooky projection Of our mind scape? Is it possible? We all are living but in our head trips. (image taken from internet)

Consumed in the darkness Of the dreary habit Of receiving random results Containing sighs of despair, Have I yet not lost the hope? No not yet. Baking myself in the fiery deluge Of agonizing marks,  My vocal vibrates - "O my friendly foe 'Failure' Will thou never leave mine side ever?" The wordings dampen out in the vacant No reply offered. None but my rosy anticipations of His leave, Still lingers on In my conscious dreams.

Silent road, silent night, Sitting still silent I, Stares ahead Into the tranquil murky night What about this quietude That haunts me Bring forth the stinking loneliness That one had to face quietly I uttered to me, am I the only? But heard a faint whispering All are in a way. There always are, always will be Some reticent unuttered voices That can never be expressed In any known words.