The void within me.

[blazeofglory]

You have not seen the darker sight of me
Obsessed with what got said only.

The other side is vulturous and so unruly
It has no gurus, no masters.
It wants to do the undesirable
It wants to seek the unsearchable

The void within me is so deep and dark
That can swallow the way the blackhole swallows stars.

The void me is really perilious, a cavern therefrom there is no return.

I am not what I seem, the way I present, socially and culturally.
I am different than what is known about me

Or I am not the way I see what I am.

I am capable of anything
The potter's clay

Ideas mold me
I become patterns, designs, take shapes and forms
But at depth I am still clay

I seem adjustable, docile, resilient, sociable, spiritual and the like.
These things are a blanket and nothing more than.

When I unclothe myself you will see the real me.
I am the Buddha and Jesus
I am Hitler and wage the jihad against all

The void within me is much glossier than the blackhole

You can not see me the real being,
You see the veneer of me
Be careful
I am the void.

[Tournesol]

Wow. Talk about the darker side!

Your poem reminds me of something I learnt while I was at university.

One of my professors had explained to us, that to write, to write what is truly inside of us, we have to go deep within us. It's why so many writers seek solitude when creating, and it's also why so many writers have committed suicide, because they couldn't capture what they felt.

Your poem, and the description of the void, reminds me of that place that one has to arrive at in order to create.

[blazeofglory]

I feel something within us is very dark and unknown. Despite our discovery or exploration of the world outside of us, we need yet to go within deeper and deeper into a realm that is as vast as the universe that accommodate all the constellations and galaxies put together.

Indeed the void within us is very harrowing, and abysmally distressing. That is why man is capable of being anything, of being the most dangerous coldblooded criminal or the Buddha. Both beings take roots in the same soil, the earth.

The chasm within us is very deep and

[dibyendra]

The void within me is so deep and dark
That can swallow the way the blackhole swallows stars.




Ideas mold me
I become patterns, designs, take shapes and forms
But at depth I am still clay




When I unclothe myself you will see the real me.




The void within me is much glossier than the blackhole




You can not see me the real being,
You see the veneer of me
Be careful
I am the void.

A wonderful job Blaze! I really appreciate your effort. You are making a quantum leap progressively which is really pleasing to see. I really loved this poem of yours for its spontaneous flow and on how you mingled words and molded them to create this marvelous piece. :thumbs_up

[blazeofglory]

A wonderful job Blaze! I really appreciate your effort. You are making a quantum leap progressively which is really pleasing to see. I really loved this poem of yours for its spontaneous flow and on how you mingled words and molded them to create this marvelous piece. :thumbs_up

Dib, I am moved by your words. They are nourishing.