The Heir to a Cursed Throne

I feel dejected; it feels hollow in my stomach.

My Insides seems to have vanished

There is a void in my heart and it seems to devour every last bit of feeling left in me.

My mind is swirling in a whirlpool of negative thoughts

I am going to drain through the eye of the storm into an emptiness 

of thoughts

Completely devoid of any form of spiritual life.

Its Back, The hopelessness of a lone success

I have everything to share but no one to share it with

I sit atop the highest hill but there is no sense of 

accomplishment

Its remorse, its morbid, It’s a lonely tree in 

a seemless garden

A lonely moon in a dark starless night

I see flashes of happy, smiling faces

I spread out my arms and reach out to them

They fade away.

I hear a voice, its coming from a far away place

It sounds familiar, its mine, I almost forgot.

I see the whole world I can even pull some strings

But no one seems to notice

I have got a huge following, but they don’t know me

The real me.

The Heir to a cursed throne

This is the way my life is going to be and

 I am learning to live with it

No love

No hope

No emotions

A Still Motionless Sea of Great Depth…

Mayank Rajput

11 December 2010