Genesis began a void
an empty black-hole
on whose fringes blinding
yellowness dwells.
Something a miss in the center!
What, I shall never know?
A fissure somewhere in
the embellish wall in-front.
Always one brick less in the
cemented wall of our
existence…
Always so richly spoken…
Consummate perfection, Tanya.
Hey Bill, so nice to hear from you, hope you are ok.
Despite everything isn’t our walls of existence always lacking that one brick which we are all craving for?
Yes… exactly right. So well written my friend!
Always one brick less in the
cemented wall of our
existence…….. Such beautiful lines
Thanks a lot Sakshi, I am glad my words resonated with you, always one brick less in our walls of life, isn’t?
My pleasure Tanya ….such is life😊
I wonder if this was inspired by the image of the black hole published yesterday.As always I love your words, Tanya
Thanks Megha for your kind words, I did use the analogy of black-hole but it was really inspired from day-to day relationships. Sometimes despite everything one feels a void inside. Always one brick missing from our existences 🙂
Yes one brick short of complete wall.Beautiful poem Tanya.