The Void

Sitting in a room full of faces, it feels the same way you'd feel if you were submerged in a tank full of water, an ocean of faces, SHEEP.
There is just one way to go...but something about this sea of faces tries to hold you back.

Several different reasons make you want to say something, write something, do something about ''IT'' but you roll back your thoughts, continue to follow the line.

Keep looking through your thoughts, reach out to the hand, it will help you; it should help you...you know its the only way but this dormant fear residing in you, stops you from doing the most logical thing that you ideally should follow.

An abyss of truth, but there is no light that reaches the bottom.

All is lost, Everything is taboo, Nothing is sacred.

sometimes, it just feels worthless.

But there is light, there is that bright aura of that entity that looks out for you.

A creature of some sort, its calling you, its embracing you....feel it on your spine as it grips on to you like a leech sucking every little drop of hope that still keeps you going.

listen! listen carefully! its calling out to you...accept it, admit it.

lick what you have bled, embrace it....

you are drained, destitute, empty, and thats the way it should be or at least the way it was supposed to be.

clearer than a crystal, devoid of emotions, fear and feelings....POWER is your aphrodisiac, grab it....its yours.

WELCOME TO THE VOID.

Confusion or Nirvana?

What happened?
Am I high?
Am I sober?

Serenity seems to be a distant thought, but it surely was something closed to it.

A familiar face in the crowd, that looks back at you with calm & content, but still you feel that they did not recognise you.

You find yourself in a different place, time is flowing by and you don't even realise it. The world is spinning, faces are changing, you stand in the midst of a burgeoning, pulsating feeling of euphoria and you ask yourself...is this real?

What do I feel? What does anyone feel? What do they feel? Why do they feel?

These questions would probably be left unanswered till the end of time. But do you really need to know them?

I see a light, a figure is etched in my memory that is dying to come out of the shadows and into the light, but right now it looks a bit hazy.

It's really strange the way some people move ahead and some just hold on to something that is dying.

Human, we are, we'll always be.


            "Everyone knows the path, only few choose to walk it." - Gautam Buddha