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Jun 2014
rushing in,
rushing out;
running after,
running from;

a soulless journey,
with no direction no passion.
(the end--bathed in darkness)


time travels on,
yesterday today tomorrow;
an endless trail to the left--past
an eternal path to the right--future


it's the same story
in a different narrative;
a book, an essay, a poem:
10 pages, 10 lines, 10 words...


life is an empty surface--not adorned with ink,
not filled with words;
without an image, color
or theme.
(the saddest story--that unmarked leaf)


no meaning no reason.
to nurture and to guide,
to lean on or learn from.


nothing
to feed this blazing hunger--

the blackness of your pupils
is empty.
you don't know
what to long for,
what to dream of,
who to miss...
(someone you haven't met yet)

there's a void in your world,
I can feel it choke you.


nothing
to look forward to.

in this dark abyss, you ache.
for that unforgettable
sated feeling--of completeness, fullness,
like being whole...
(something you've never felt before)


you wish for that eternal shine;
like a part of you,
your element your soul;
warming you,
thawing through the frost
of your broken dead dreams.

hope springs, souring high,
to break that empty shell,
to ease that great soul from inside of you
out in the open--to let it breathe--
finally!


an idea an adventure;
to nurture and guide,
to lean on and learn from.


praying for something anything!
it will feed this dying hunger.

---

there's a light in your eyes,
I can see it shine.


something someone
can break the darkness.
find it,
embrace it,
blaze in that glory;

so bright,
that when the light floods through,
the only one visible
is you.

*(heap of ashes, kindled, into fire...)
I started writing this from a dark place, but somehow I wanted the light...

For the title, I was inspired by the quote:
"β€ŽAnd yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire." - by Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.
Shruti Atri
Written by
Shruti Atri  Mumbai, India
(Mumbai, India)   
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