The Twinge

A load of emptiness crushed,
Crashed, stained a silent solitude.
The waves of glee quicked to recede,
And a strange weight of nothingness followed.

Did attempt not to think over, not to obsess,
with thoughts dismayed, depressed.
I implored what those had been,
and still wait for an answer to pass.

It was but a void, yet brimmed with inhibition,
An unending sorrow that lingered to haunt.
And I longed for the reply to it.
And I long for the end to it.

To be crowded was the isolation,
To be isolated was the peace.
Yet, the peace shrieked in pain,
A noise too loud to be heard.

Still persists the toil, the twinge,
to free myself from me,
from my vacant, yet crowded, mind,
from nihility.
         
               -- Shourya Shrivastava

Notes:-

• Twinge- A sharp emotional pain.
• Nihility- non-existence, nothingness.

Until She Dies And Dies Again...

With Reference to  Hyderabad Gang Rape-Murder .

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The first week of strengthened show,

A few verses with heavy blow.

Walls brimming with gloomy shares,

Everyone hurt, everybody cares.

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The mobs march with lit candles,

Greater sorrow in media handles.

The ‘royals’ yet in slumber deep,

“Let us let the masses weep.”

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A fortnight more, another case will be born.

Who now cares about those dead and gone?

And this one sinks unattended too,

Surprising yet expected through.

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All slack until it happens again,

Until she dies and dies again.

Until those freaks are burned alive,

The wait for justice eternalized.