Emptiness

 What do you hunger for?

Why do you walk endlessly?

What is with the run?

Is there an end to this mute pursuit?

An endless string of verses of agony

Do you find happiness in the endless pursuits

Why are you tempted? by this and that shiny apple 

Do you ever find comfort , when there is nothing but your dreams to hold to

Do you find your soul in the verses, or they  wallow in emptiness 

Do you find justice in small acts of kindness, or life is just a bitter fruit 

Wrapt in the lonesome cape of emptiness. 

What makes a poem

What makes a poem
Drown deep in a cesspool of emotions
What makes it wail in anguish
gasping for a mystic revival
from the feisty grip of despair  
It shudders, it thunders
Out with the flaring broken pieces
Of fiery flames igniting within
It is ablaze, violently alive to tears
It is not content with buzzing blooming summer days,
the sun and the springs that set our hearts alight

Its not a song, made for the dance 

Its a passion fired fire 

igniting from the depth 

of wretched emotions