Who chisels these on this mind,
a song reopens those pages.
Lost in time, no form, nothing,
just rip open the feelings cutting the heart.
A sense of loss suddenly becoming too heavy,
all these escapes tossing me back into them.
Dead and forgotten past,
they might have existed then in the realms of imagination.
All that we wanted, even had materialized,
still leaves that vacuum wide and open.
Strange, strange, this enigmatic being,
how it evolved and nothing changed.
Dr SV Prabhath
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