Avinash Nair

(19/10/1988)

Existence


When time passes as time does,
Without you noticing it passing by,
A helpless senselessness creeps in you
That becomes impossible to hide.
You act and you react
But tis all in vain,
You cannot hide the fact
The constant pain,
Of life and living
Of strife and surviving.
You smile without any happiness,
You cry but there is no sadness,
Tis all a numbness,
A coldness
Of mere existence.

Submitted: Sunday, June 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (10/23/2013 7:33:00 AM)

    When we talk about truth, pain and fears can be there because it true..as time walks it does tell what you tell here...an existence of reality_Soul (Report) Reply

  • Vizard Dhawan (6/9/2013 10:30:00 AM)

    it reminded me a poem by shakespeare indeed a great ant natural write
    and sparking effect the poem has produced
    keep it up (Report) Reply

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