sekharan pookkat


Empty space


Rosy lips and orange cheeks
Searched for an empty space
Though it is a myth
And longed for the truth.

My eyes clung
On the ups and downs
The dips and flats
And the narrow lines.

Colliding the triangular zone
where the empty space
And narrow lips rests
And wanted to kiss.

but the clock struck six
And waited for nine
To mix a cocktail
And fix it soon.

An infinite wait
That defies the oceans
Monarchs and Knights
Gave up their Crowns.

Beneath the sky
Fascinating it is
And admiring all
Without the sense of reality.

Oscillation of the pendulum
Fixed into the empty space
Clockwise or anticlockwise
Fast or slow
With hugs and sighs
Can never give up
Or to cover up the empty space
Though it is a myth or reality.

Submitted: Friday, November 08, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 09, 2013

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