When the blood stops flowing,
The stars stop glowing
I realize I'm nothing-
Within a fraction of a shivering
I cannot understand what happens then,
But I find this happens from when
I peep into myself so deep:
Into a hollow framework of loneliness and creep!
This is the time when the disparity start
And you go deaf of all the criticism and thwart.
You do not know what to say to react
But you know how imperfect you are being God's craft.

You stammer, you blabber, you murmur and what not!
But somehow your impulses stop flowing into your thought.

It's a ridge which cannot be explained exactly-
Like null points in space without gravity.
But none has ever known the reason behind it,
Maybe it's a sort of the philosopher inside me a bit.
This I say,"am still mastering the art of LIVING"
'Coz you can be master of billions but not your cravings.
I still keep on wondering about my feelings,
Of discovering blanks of my life by writing!



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