Everyday I write
Everyday white pages get painted
Everyday I blend and colour
my words with my Emotions. Play
with my Silence.
Still,
Everyday I feel empty.
Everyday I feel that
something is left behind.
something Unknown
something Unseen
something very close
Yet very far
I don't know (sigh) what
this feeling is.
Do You?
//Midnight Quill//
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Hello friends and fellow campers!! This is 2nd October's entry. I hope you like it. Today is Mahatma Gandhi's birthday. So, Happy Gandhi Jayanti!!
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Poetry..through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium. ~ T.S. Eliot. The above mentioned verses from 'Rhapsody on a Windy Night' inspired me to make th...
