A Void Inside

The void in my mind 

For finding someone like my kind

Is killing us both.

This perfunctory thought yearns to manifest

For the feeling of bondage overcomes it

I don't need eyes to search my soul

The rummaging lacerates it.

The mirror is a false god

Faking an appearance for a collector.

A collector of a reality he wishes was true.

This emptiness is nothing but an illusion

An excuse of lingering irritation and revulsion inside

The question by bonded labourers to free spirits

Is a way of herding the sheeps into the pit.

The bonding with the symbiote supreme

Is an explosive waiting to burst

It does burst, creating a void.

It is a cycle of unending wants and expectations

You fall in to never escape.

Maybe the rain of truth might upheaval these cursed

It hurts but doesn't medicine too?

Medicine or meditation, whatever you choose

You end up with a void.

Living has become a pejoration

will death become one too?

-Abhinav Sardesai