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I see, speak and feel nothing. I am just another person. I belong nowhere.

Nomad I am a nomad— Nothing I say matters. I am but a face in the crowd, I am left behind, trying. I am made fun of. I don’t count in this vast world, I often lead myself through darkness, I pin myself to the wall— I don’t even exist unless I make my presence known. I don’t even get hate—let alone love, I get neither a hell nor a heaven. Not everyone deserves pain. We suffer for a reason—I don’t get a reason. I just live to make God not regret His creation.                                         -Preetham.S.D  

Nothing is fundamental, everything comes from nothing and everything goes to it; But it hurts when your feelings get sucked in.


Nothing wrong!


There was nothing in me,

Nothing could be done,

Not a single feeling,

Guilty for nothing wrong;


And that really hurt me,

That even she had nothing for me,

Couldn’t sense pure love,

Which in turn, rapidly pierced my heart;


This emptiness I feel,

Enough to cost me my life,

What could be worse than,

This feeling I feel for nothing wrong!


                            -Preetham.S.D




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