A kind of feel
hard to express
keeps me oppressed
for hours.
It is a sort
one that circles
a sensation of hunger
compelling
physical and virtual
one leading to the other
an emptiness in the stomach
a dejection of the mind.
Unable to withstand.
the portfolios throb
excite creating
a void .
Wind like it blows
storms from within
bellows from without
causing a natural calamity
as seen in the external
the damage to the internal
turns grave, far from retrievable
a disaster predominant
Mind craves for attention
while the belly cries for food
that being available in plenty
but lying insipid.
This day is largely delirious
a feverish trend accosts
mangling the soul and the physic
an existentialism struggles to thrive.
Meenas Poems 