Intended Void

Intended Void short poem

Self imposed sabbatical
is nearly coming to end

Time stood as witness
all along as true friend

Trials it has withstood
tribulations too of sort

Few were as expected
some awfully fell short

It needs introspecting
to re jig and re invent

Take on all conducive
and futility circumvent

Moments trying signify
who truly is your ally

Rest not worth mettle
to even trust or on rely

The grind proved tutor
me standing as one wise

To rewrite all up ahead
and from fall again rise

Bygone shed to archives
new era I must conceive

Giving still stays regimen
but returns I’ve to retrieve

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

2 Comments on "Intended Void"

Notify of
avatar
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Editorial Board
Member

@sunny-chopra your verse is as stoic and strong as the message it conveys..Nice!

Chandrama Deshmukh
Member

@sunny-chopra The name of your verse caught my attention. An interesting piece indeed. Wish to read more 🙂

wpDiscuz

The Void And Wind

The Void And Wind ballad

She pressed her ears to the ground- to feel the vibratos of his words. They tiptoed into her senses- barefoot bleeding tact on facts. Flustered with assumptions- they trampled a mockingbird! It raised its head unafraid- gasping for its last

Pulsating Void

Pulsating Void short poem

like walking in a tulip garden i undo the aquablue, how many steps you were away, entwined like mangrove: our roots were standing upright to breath in moist silhouette of equatorial sun, blooming in anguish of separation: come one day

The Void So Deep!

The Void So Deep! long poem

“The voice that sings your name is sweeter than the midnight sleep, or the sweetest melody; The mind that drives me to you is dearer than the intellect that is deep; The sweetest melody will turn less sweet, Deep introspection

Riddles In The Void

Riddles In The Void short poem

I write in riddles so no one will ever truly perceive me. I speak in riddles creating a web of ambiguity. The void is full of that voice. Whispered suggestions that give me no choice. Words in my head that

Transubstantiation Of The Void

Transubstantiation Of The Void short poem

There is no nothingness. imagine a team of scientists building an absolute vacuum inside a tiny metal box, the others alternating, a matryoshka doll vacuum, box, vacuum a terrible candy to offer a giant sure to raise the wrath of