Prachi Gogte

divided precisely in 2 halves
the empty as neatly empty as the fullness of the filled half
all the water in the full part cant make up for the emptiness in the 2nd half
as a rule, empty takes its place over the filled half
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This universe that made you
has lost its meaning in you...
or is it you who has lost meaning in this universe?
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let me be so mad
that there's nothing good nothing bad
that there's nothing mine nothing yours
no significance of seconds no count of hours
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ohh the quiet
standing still like a heavy curtain
like dust on an old carpet
like the photograph of a scream
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its a not-night again
the electric sky littered with what are not stars
but salt of the marrow
the marrow which holds not blood
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Tonight let it rain
to wet not just the skin
but to drench the soul
let every droplet trickle down
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You. I. You & I, mirrors looking for ourselves in each others eyes
Passing life shoving moments images days years hunting voraciously
Wading through tides of patience and those of impatience
Hiding that hunger to protect our identity from mockery, from judgement
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dew and tears
rain and fears
lying and doping
a hillock and chai
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