I am losing someone
I don’t know who
The only thing I do know is that
He/ she is an integral part of me and my life
That it is like flesh torn away from my flesh
More than that in fact
It is like my heart being torn away
A part of my soul leaving me
Leaving a void which can never be filled
The void that people leave, cannot be filled by another
We just forget that there is a void
And try to go on with life as if it will all be the same
Telling ourselves that time is the best healer
That people are transient
And the only reason that they came into our lives in the first place
Was to give us some experiences that only they can give
And anyway, time, people, relationships are transient
But no, the memory of a relationship lingers
Though the pain and exultations are no longer feelings but only memories
“I remember that I was pained and that was a bad phase in my life,
But I do not feel the same pain anymore”
But does that really mean that people are transient?
Have the voids created by people in my soul ever been filled up?
Or the punctures remain as potholes making me bump and trip
In some experiences where I would not otherwise bump and trip
Then I would have a punctured soul, not capable of taking on this world
Where I revel in past relationships and people
Are people really transient?
Some people cannot be
The void that they create will remain, from a lone corner a voice will cry out
“Fill this space…fill this space”
But no, it can be filled by no other similar person
Nay, it can never be filled by even the same person
There is no “same person”
Time carries away parts of people known to us
And the known become unknown, strange after time
It comes to the same thing
The same void can never be filled –
Not by a stranger,
Nor by the same human body, whose mind is now a stranger to me
So am I bearing a punctured soul, and just afraid to look at the number of holes?
Is there a puncture mender somewhere whom I am seeking?
If I cannot mend the puncture, can someone else?
I know I am losing someone
I don’t know who
gr8 work..
i never thought u cud become a poet and that too such a big one
tooo good fr a first attempt.
who says u r nt creative !!!
simply awesome work.. totally well written and all the more true..
extremely poignant! very well written
voids do not get filled.. yeah true.. but as time goes by they keep getting minimized.. and then you learn to forget.. unless and until you consciously want to tell yourself, “yeah that void still exists in that corner of my heart”.. but such voices do occur inside the mind probably once or twice again in a lifetime.. or probably more frequently than that.. and then it is hell as usual for a while before everything vacillates back into normalcy