...h o l l o w
at times when we sit silently,
the walls staring at us, we create an echo of our cuffed dreams,an echo of our screaming soul,
an echo of nothingness which when strikes the void wall resonates back creating turbid ripples.
we sit alone unknown of the red creatures hovering around us.

they say behind every wall there is heaven and behind every other wall there is hell.

we start to vapourise.
our each piece fighting for redressal, each moment of our life begging for redemption.
a call to our G OD TO FLY US TO THE SEVENTH HEAVEN WITHOUT THOSE FEATHERED WINGS.

looking back at me ,i never stop to be amused at my force.yes my blood is still running.

THERE the devil stands and we are here with no weapon standing all disintegrated.
our felon self faces us.the devil's spear tears across our ingrained radiance.

we burn............

the sun stops there.
the nothingness resurrects us and our senses turn blunt.
there we are again sittng alone again miles away from eternity.

we freeze.

freeze in the cold winter called life.



stop!!!!!!!!!

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