The more I
See people
Hear laughter
Smell ambiences
Touch tangibles
Speak words,

The more I
Feel empty,

The more I
seek our silences
and silent smiles
just as when
we listened to music
that defined us
with a glass of wine
by the Orange textured
walls of Shiv Krupa.

ijusthadtosaythis

it's like wine being aware of getting lonelier with time.

Choked

As I stand
in the still-coldness of my room
I see my hopes and loves
once upon
drift away
like the gentle sea breeze.

And as I stand
in the still-warmth of my room
I realize I can't speak
about any of it
however much I try
to clear my throat.

Happen
Tire
Tried
True
Smile
Smoke
Smell
Alive
Silence
Help
Trout
Swore
Swagger
Stitch
Shame
Figure
Guilt
Draft

Community, family, consortium, religion, country, state, institution..
All for a sense of belonging.
Farcical and empowering, nevertheless.

"Aasai mugam marandu poche
Adai, yaar idam solvennadi thozhi?
Nesam marakavillai nenjam
Enil ninaivu mugam marakalaamo?"

I can't seem to be able to
Write poetry
Anymore.

Coming to think of it, when it comes to grave situations, people do eventually become fighters one way or the other (even if they try to give up). You are labelled so as well to make yourself sound strong.

Well, you play along and act strong when you are already so, I guess.