Sunday, September 8, 2013

Emptiness

It's dimly lit as I type this. The faint artificial rays barely make it through...... sweeping across my face in an otherwise dingy room , perhaps they create a shadowy world of flickering images ....images that  keep deceiving me , every time, every where.........The moments of occasional illumination is the entice they offer ...the allure albeit is always a deception...I rush to the bright moments , in the hope of hope...only to find an ever pervading darkness of despair and gloom....It's as if life has been mocking at my very presence...the critical moments have made it a habit, a habit of betrayal and treachery, for they leave my side in those very critical moments when I need them the most.

I lie empty tonight........ Maybe void would be a better expression.......As the night grows into its prime, an all intrusive silence fills me inside.......a silence that echoes around,  a silence that constantly pricks me within , a silence that reverberates ....... a silence that poses miserable questions on my state of helplessness.....Is it the dream in me or I myself is the dream? The more I delve into this , the deeper depths of gloom I sink.



Perhaps I have been used to it....used to the treacherous games they play, the trickery, the mirage, the mockery.Perhaps it's a delusional world of falsity and despair. The sparkle, the glare, the lime-light ...like the light-house on the distant horizon , they  enchant only from the distance.The moment the ship comes closer,they diminish into oblivion....what remains behind is emptiness.

Perhaps the shores are destined to be eroded....Sooner or later they'll succumb to to the might of storming waves.....piece by piece and inch by inch , they wither away helplessly....the shattered remains being the ugly scars of their futile attempts of resistance...Perhaps their destiny is carved on stone even before the fight begins..........and yet the fight goes on.

Rohit


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7 comments:

Jyoti Mishra said...

and yet the fight goes on and on and on
that's the only thing that keeps me going when emptiness creeps me.

I guess at some point in our lives we all face that lone night where nothing makes sense and all our efforts start to look futile and wasted.

But, after each such night sun shines, morning comes and yeah we keep going on n on

Sajini Chandrasekera said...

Beautifully written and loved the way of expressions ...

ANJALI.N.KUMAR said...

beautiful... the expressions are really awesome

Saru Singhal said...

Introspection. Apprehensions, fears and truths are presented beautifully here.

Chintan Gupta said...

where are you rohit?

Saru Singhal said...

You still not writing anything. :( Write and welcome back! :)

WritingForLife said...

Sadly, we are all so familiar with these feelings. Beautifully put :-)