An empty search

An empty search short poem

The smoke rising from the depths of the night,
Is filled with your memories still bright.
The unknown souls that roam the solitary streets,
My dreams are a part of their unending meets.

That which lies buried under the concrete,
Is my love that will not cede.
The paths that groan under my feet,
Is merely my heart accepting defeat.

What I look for I will not find,
Under this rubble of mankind.

Poet’s Note:
Just a random day, sitting in the amphitheater at IHC and thinking. A lot of current affairs flowing through the mind led to the question of us as the superior and thinking species.

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I can't call myself a writer but yes I have enjoyed penning down my thoughts, at times sharing at other times secretly saving them. In school and college had some of my work published and I did participate in essay writing and debating but never took it up professionally. That was a choice I don't regret. Internet and social media have somewhere given me the courage to re-discover this side of me and I am glad that I have started sharing. I will definitely try to be more active. I enjoy all kinds of writing and what I write or read does not always depend on my mood. There have been times when I have been extremely happy but the words that I have penned down have been extremely sad and poignant and vice-versa. It is wonderful to connect with more poets/writers through this site.
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minakshi.balasubramaniam
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emptiness is a horrid hole. You’ve told it all.

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Mesmorized.. Super… No further comments… 🙂

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