Annihilation
Death, ironically, is a presence of
an absence; a healed wound, yet green
void filled up, yet aching
soft pain returning
on solitary evenings, middle of
crowds, in alien cities.
A room lived-in
now vacant, despite furniture
arranged similarly
but
the place- spirit sorely lacking.
A vibrant space
once alive, throbbing,
now that self-same space
bereft of a being
and systematically
being stripped clean of earlier signs
by the superstitious living.
©Sunil Sharma
The metro dusk, lonely
It looks vacant
like the eyes of
a young war widow
or
the orphans
of an ethnic cleansing;
its colour and melancholia
affecting
the tired observer
waiting, yet not waiting!
©Sunil Sharma
Madness Muse Press 
‘Death is …presence of an absence’ is so ironic and true, and is beautifully presented!! 🙂
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