All I’m is a bubble, all I’m is a flicker, all I’m is a hope
You seek to find nothing, and all I can mumble, shout, and direct you towards is nothing
It’s not prettier, it’s just emptier, it’s empty you want to be, and it’s empty I can never make you be
Take a left from suburban and a right from rural, dissect into words
A crossroad from trees, a detour from all that you could ever be... don’t forget to relinquish into the sea
Swim if you can, otherwise drown in disbelief
You heard echoes of my heart
Devoid of feelings you never had for me
Believe in the ideas and have faith in an atheist
Crawl towards a bell that never rings...Ring Ring Ring
Don’t pick, don’t answer the call it was never meant to be received
Question the destiny and blame your free will
A past you could never witness, a present where you were never born, and a future you’ll keep living.
Light a cigarette and sway in the smoke of sorrow
Talk about alcohol and whisper about shadows
What’s your what’s mine and what have I brought...Pardon, do you have remorse that I can borrow?
Your insecurities are visible; it’s feelings that you hide
In silence, let’s wonder about rhymes
Are you a poet? Nod as you did in your demise
Are you dead? Fight back and ask, was I ever alive?
Witness fireflies, no air to breathe, and a heart that refuses to skip a beat
What’s the truth?
Except for a lighter burnt emotions and ashes, you shrug every time
Smoke Smoke and Smoke don’t blink I’ll sing you a lullaby
Inhale all that was once mine
A guide to nothingness offers nothing
But nothing is you, and nothing is I
Nothing is dreams, Nothing are ambitions, Nothing are desires, and nothing were our pictures
Two roads diverged in a wood
Nothing was the road we chose, and nothing was the difference we ever made in our lives
By-Kshitij Sinha
31/05/2026
It feels like arrived at a place where it’s meant to be. Calmly tragic.