Void
What is this void I feel inside me,
When I have nothing to complain about?
I want to erase the sentences that I am writing,
I want to erase the ones which I wrote earlier too.
I want to start all over again.
I feel I am not giving due justice to whatever I do.
Am I trying to be too perfect?
Am I being dissatisfied at all that I do?
What is this void I feel inside me,
When I have nothing to complain about?
There are no deadlines tomorrow.
Nothing is under fire.
Not on the verge of losing any money.
Touchwood, I am at the peak of my health.
But still, I have this void in my heart, that chokes my throat.
What is this void I feel inside me,
When I have nothing to complain about?
I knew you were the cotton to my wound!
I knew you were the cork to my bottle!
I knew you were the air in my Packet of Chips!
I knew you were the stopper at my running door!
I knew you were irreplaceable!
Now that you are gone,
My void has only grown bigger and deeper.
I don’t feel enough at whatever I do.
What did you do to me?
Am I over-compensating?
You were the answers to all my questions.
Now that you are gone,
All I am left with is only questions.
