Nothing!!

I am sat here with a feeling in my heart. This feeling of nothingness. Extreme nothingness! No sadness, no longing, no happiness, no apprehension, no excitement, no anger or remorse and dare I say, no love. Nothing! Words that were once mine. Words, that now scoff and turn their backs on me. Atleast, I got something in return. So what if it's nothing. I has a 'thing' tailing it, right? How's that for a positive spin? Why won't them words communicate anymore? What now? Where does one go from here? Does it even matter though? Ki farak painda hai, right? I mean it would be a new day tomorrow. Tomorrow, when all of this would go away. Tomorrow, when today won't matter anymore. Maybe it would be like just another day. Empty! And this blank page would still stare at me with it's cold cold eyes. Eyes that pierce right through my skin. It's odd how they can see right through me and are blind still. A state of trance, a lens out of focus, a hazy transclusent scene. Hazy and translucent, aren't they necesarrily the same words? The same words that fill no gaps. The same words! But what good are they? Because in the end, nothing really matters! While writing this post I had to give this a colour. How DOES one colour nothingness? Or give it an image for that matter? But I guess this is how it would if time suddenly stopped stood still. And you left a mere spectator, a spectator of a painting with characters on a canvas expected to evoke emotions. A painters' puppets.

End!

Your love is beautiful like a bird but the night is dark and it scares me. Actually, that is an understatement. It terrifies me!!!!!!! This feels warm, it feels fuzzy but for how long? Kaari raat mora jiya ghabraaye!! Nights, it seemed friendly, it seemed comforting, it seemed mine! Mine? What is really mine?! Them trinklets? Them plenty clothes that don’t seem to end. Or those promises that are made to me . . or the promises I make to myself? Are they mine? Them hands so empty. Wish they were so full! That heart so lonely, Wish it wasn’t! Those whispers, they never seem to stop! Why wouldn’t they stop? Decisions?! Endless decisions!! Stop .. stop . . Please Stop . . Stop! That song it gets stuck in my head and it plays over and over again till it makes me bleed! How do you make it end?! The heart it beats . . so loud and that if we shushed for a bit, I am sure we’d hear it! The serpents out to get you . . ! Techno!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It must end . . !