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A Peaceful Void

An inward journey and a search for meaning in life have been poignantly expressed in this verse, by Anumita, exclusively for Different Truths.

The constant exodus of images,
when they bar me from thinking
Barging forcefully into incoherent stage,
fuming up to form a fumbled hue

Oh! how I want to be empty,
void of all those cloudy emotions
The drive to feel is so excruciating,
take it all, each and everything that comes

Take away the crushing and grinding pain,
wash the fury so raw and unknown
Smooth away the ugly wrinkles of worry,
wipe my slate entirely clean

No memories, no thoughts, not a speck of guilt
am all spent fight the dragons of will
Shadows of doubt, misunderstanding and disbelief,
shatter them to bits with shards of light

Let me be numb in unconscious bliss,
without a flicker of any emotions
Lifeless, impasse, immovable and sedate,
let life trickle by without a voice

Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths

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Anumita Roy
Anumita Roy is an artist at heart and legal/medical interpreter by profession. She creates word images in her verses and loves to write short stories. Mother of children in the spectrum, she advocates special needs issues in whichever way possible. Born in India, brought up in several countries, makes her a true global citizen. She now lives in the Columbus, Ohio, with her family and follows her passion for writing and advocacy being the Managing Editor of Different Truths.

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