I carry within me ....
A little of this emptiness...
And try to fill it up.....
With your emptiness.....
I thought its fine.....
But I never did mind....
To hold your gaze.....
In my eyes.....
Which reflected your like....
For my hidden emptiness....
And so did I love
You and your presence.....
But with time....
You withdrew your hand.....
As your vacant emptiness...
Was not like mine.....
And I remained the same.....
In those corners....
Fighting to fill.....
The coffin of my emptiness.....
This emptiness....
Is what is so real.....
Nobody is so full.....
Like this emptiness...
The vacant spaces between.....
Is where resides this emptiness....
And in the corners of the eyes......
Is where my heart lies to myself.....
Lies like truth.....
True till the surfaces.....
Where depth has no measure.....
But only and only emptiness......
How shall I reach out......
From the depth of this emptiness ?
Will you come and grab my hand.....
And fill up my emptiness?
In this emptiness......
I find you smiling.....
May be this emptiness....
Is what always finds me....
But now this emptiness.....
Is what I hate the most....
Because when I had you ,
You emptied my emptiness....
Now you haunt my emptiness....
And whisper in silence......
Everything is empty....
Me and my heart.....
And now my emptiness is more empty ....
Than the emptiness I had once within.....
