Poem By Bindu Borle

Perfect ambience, whispers
Dim lights, slow movements
Coffee mugs half empty
A sign of pessimism
Or is something else?
Hollowness inside.
Conversations barely heard
Unfinished topics
Everything reminds of hours spent
Shapes yet shapeless.
Shades yet colorless
Haggard bodies
A concave figure
Paralytic beings reaching out
But fail
Cavernous souls. Stony images
No emotions
No responses
Just gray all around
Nothing envelops but sadness and nihilism.

Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle

Comments about Emptiness

Life is made up of both emptiness and fullness. It depends upon the circumstances in which one is placed. One can enjoy a shade only when he goes in the sun. Nice poem on the emptiness side.

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