BEING STUCK The world is moving, but it feels I'm standing still, Just like a rigid and helpless hill. Which stands there unable to move, It got ideas that the world disapproves. But still it hopes for the best, wishes for a happy sunset. The one where he is free from fears, Experiencing true happiness after many years. -Amrinder
Void poetry There lies a void, a strong black hole. It stays there and slowly grows. Sucking the energy out of me, making my soul an abductee. I try to run but lag behind, failing to control my own mind. I let somethings weigh me down, My guardian angel watching me with a frown. Little by little the days pass by, The sudden rush of emotions I fail to comply. With time the distance between us increased, the thread of connection slowly ceased. Now I feel numb over again, wish to know "The Why", but I refrain. The sudden disappearance makes me wonder, What could have happened? I began to ponder. Explaining how it feels is tough, It's like love being rebuffed. My words tangled, often betray. Hence somethings only silence can convey. -Amrinder Photo by Todd Trapani from Pexel