Empty Me

-Pawan Bhatta

Cut me into pieces,

Take every part of me,

Into your world,

Your world,

Of colors,

Of civilization,

Of feelings,

Of care,

Of love,

Love?!!?

Yeah, I don’t know what love is.

I feel no pain, no tears,

‘You have heart of the stone, very hard.’

You say all the time,

You’re right except in the time,

When I think of you all, whom you think I should care,

The left part dismantles inside,

Like thousand pins flowing through those arteries,

Through those veins,

That my nerves get twisted,

Making me unbearable to stand on my feet,

I don’t know if it’s same with the human heart?

But I’ve got no tears, no any communal word to recompense,

No, ‘Are you fine?’

No ‘Does it hurt?’

No ‘It’ll be alright.’

No ‘I love you’,

Nothing,

No social, just ‘Animal’,

Just as you presumed,

Now, sell them out,

Every Piece of me!!!

You’ll know, you’ll get nothing,

For I have nothing inside me,

I am empty,

I’m naïve….

Not entirely empty,

All you will find is some confusion,

But that’s also empty,

No any motive of confusion,

Still ‘some confusions’,

So much placed in me,

Like an asphalt,

Black, dirty, hardened,

Yuck!!

You yourself will get confused,

Whether it’s me or the confusion you are seeking to sell out,

No feelings,

No love,

No pain,

No humor,

I’ve got nothing,

You’ll get nothing,

No, not even a penny.

Like those mechanical robots, I move,

Don’t I?

With some AI,

And some AFs,

 Artificial Feelings!!!

I could never harness those tears in me,

Those smiles and all those social behaviors you seek in me,

No, I could never get them,

With those AFs could I?

For I am a dead meat holding empty hopes,

Still breathing to find something inside me,

But all I could find is me still empty inside,

Forming a loophole of reflections,

And those reflections are making me unfathomable,

I’m lost,

There is no me inside me,

I am tangled,

So much inside me,

That, all those complaints,

And your obsessions,

Your discontents,

Never reaches me,

Or to the one who you think as me,

Real or vague,

I’m still this me,

Searching,

If I actually am the ‘me’ you want inside me.


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Senses And Nature

By: Pawan Bhatta
When the dew drop evaporates in the air,
I see a light glistening in the hallway of my heart,
With the strings plucking themselves in symphonic rhythm.

When a twig floats in the air, swinging and giggling,
I feel the warmth of sun on the wall of my forehead,
Leaving a fragrance of something, I have to fathom.

When a caterpillar metamorphose into a butterfly,
I hear the sound of life, soul and all the supernatural,
Proving their existence in the sacrosanct paradise.

When first rain strikes the soil after dry summer,
I smell the petrichor that mixes into my veins,
Changing into an elixir showering from the skies.

And when a baby giggles at me showing its immature gums,
I taste the love so perfectly that its tenderness and sweetness,
Lures me every second on this earth to make momentary changes within my senses.

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My love is like Smoke

By: Pawan

I lost myself in smoke, because of your love,

With the golden edge,

So thick and gray, like you were,

I couldn’t differ whether it’s black or white,

But,

See the pleasure it gives me like you did,

See the pain it leaves in me like you did.


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Earth Will Rejoice

By: Pawan Bhatta

In between all the odds,

I swear on heavenly gods,

With Ballerina shoes sparkling like sun,

She will dance on the edges of your gun.

The trees will grow, the flowers will bloom,

Upon the tears, pain and gloom,

The dusk will see the light so bright,

That your bombs might not have seen it right,

Screeching will just blow your ear,

Laughter will bind everyone so near,

Love will rain,

Wash away all the bloody stain,

Earth will again toddle off with smile,

And With happiness more than a mile.


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Endurance

By: Pawan Bhatta

She triggered out my unfathomable love for her,

And plucked out the whole battalion of red roses;

She dropped her eyelashes to remove my image,

And drenched me, make me wake from vivacious fantasy.

She scratches my perpetually propelling feelings,

And thereby showered her salty false tears upon it;

She with her seductive whisper spell out four letters,

And there, vanished my sweet castle of dreams.

She babbled out the whirlwind of her aggression,

And exploited my sacred enthralling smile for her;

She scattered my blazing garland of love for her,

And decorated her house crushing down my heart.

She spat my warm kisses with her euphoric smile,

And humiliated my paradoxical love beyond endurance;

She ignored me, my and mine into the brooding silence,

Leaving me alone with an enigmatic smile on her face.

(Previously published)


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