Void

                                    

The Void persists, the emptiness does not go,
The pain is deep, it does not mellow.
The world is fast and I am slow,
I want to relive the days lived long ago.

Close to mother's heart I knew I was secure,
 Since I was her part.
My heart cries for her, she is very far.
Survival has spoilt everything, life is now a constant war.

The aroma of a home cooked meal,
The chatter of siblings playing with zeal,
The cosy shelter full of care,
The warmth of a home, gone God knows where!

I penned these lines while feeling overwhelmed with emotions,that I myself could not understand. As my hand scribbled I found myself engulfed in nostalgia, childhood, student life, time lived and shared with siblings, life lived so far rushed in my memory and what I experienced was a massive void.

 An inexplicable emptiness as I was reminded of few of my favourite lines from a poem that was a part of my curriculum during graduation, they were:
               

               We look before and after and pine for what is not.

                Our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught.

                 Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts.

So true, I wondered, these lines are and I feel, shall always remain. Only If we could actually and literally seize the day and make the most and the best of the present moment. Also it dawned upon me that no matter how difficult any phase or time of life has been, it always bears something that shall be later remembered or even longed for.