VOID 1 VOID Poetry Collection Preface Seven days ago, I became homeless. One night, I was sleeping on a bench outside of an ATM. Around 4 am, thoughts of contributing to the world started to take over my psyche. As I smoked some hash, opened my laptop, kick-started the notion sheet, and wrote some lines of "Give me your hand", it took me 5-6 days to complete this first version of the collection. I hope readers will like my style of poetry and come back with some honest feedback. I tried to write all things with simplest words and vocabulary. Hope you enjoy it !! Make sure you tag me with favourite verse on social media. My Instagram - https://instagram.com/xadhrit My twitter - https://twitter.com/xadhrit VOID 2 This piece of jargon need some more editing. Although it's the same as my life. “A Special Thanks if you are reading this ebook.” — ADHRIT Contents 1. Give Me Your Hand 2. Ice Cream 3. Sea is Calling Me 4. Bridge 5. Ego 6. Winning 1 Give Me Your Hand [ I ] Give me you hand I’ll return you some sand, For the all emotions; That You inspired into me All conspiracies you managed To change my perceptions of you Well, I was searching for some love Kind of, not ending up in some club. Although I’ve a diamond ring to present you, But you must not give a big land to a glit, Because she deserves only a handful of slit. 2 Well phew phew [ II ] Give me your hand! I’ll break your heart You’d done same, I mastered the zero, You denied me as your hero. Completed my first visual cycle, “Ego makes one alone”, said my friend Michael. Hope to see somebody at an asylum. What‘s so profoundly woke and provocative, Close your eyes and lick my ass, I’ll fuck you harder at sink, Then you’ll serve me some drinks. I love your perfection but searching for errors, You don’t need reflections, peoples are mirrors, I’ll break your heart apart. Well novelty fucks [ III ] Give me your hand! Hear this sound of tick tick tick, Do you remember when I made you pick pick. You pummpy pig. 3 I’m your rusty deception, I got my soul back, My old thought of prophecy, Now time has its urgency. What the fuck! Wahhh... fare some life [ IV ] Give me your hand! Look what this world made me, A graveyard, a church and some full religious vibes. Let said this to the sky, Hope you see God in me, Shall we see in you? Do you trust me , do you think I'm the messiah? I just hope mumma would pray for me? Mumma, I need your hand, Help me!! Then... prayer beings [ V ] Give me your hand! These nights keeps me awake, Without setting my demons straight. 4 You might pray for my last fight, Why last? Because after fight there will be always night, Brightness will never come in the sky, Matchmaking quest will over, And we will outburst in the sky. But it will take some time, Although I’m telling you this every time , It's all a matter of prime. Time.... Fight will over [ VI ] Give me your hand! Do you like this piano, I found myself watching piano on the display. Felt like dead, Because somebody noticed me, And it was my dad. Never wanted my parents to know What do I like, Because it’s an emotional burden on them. He hold me closer With a look on his jogger , said You’re too precious for us. Why this confusion never goes off, At 20 , I find myself watching time, 5 Filled with emotions. Tf... I think of letting go. [ VII ] Give me you hand! I gave myself lotus position, Hearing buddha’s ambitions were closer, That’s not make you feel like a loser. Don’t play this game with yourself, Control your mind and heart, Where there is no heart. It’ll hurt no matter what, And it’s all lie, There is no krishna in the sky. Wait.... Rebels [ VII ] Give me your hand! Old ones said to me, “We brought you this legacy”. Because my eyes caught the difference, So my mom changed the preference. And made me cling to her emotions. But I’m the rebel who codes and beats. Beat on seedhe maut, lamer and ghost , a weed-joint and nihilistic post. Smash on music and long hairs, cool young star with hand made gears. 6 With some self doubt, I pour some whisky in my mouth. Some older guys telling me to tie with their lines, Because they were not allowed in my age, with this many wines. Enough of stupid shit, come back.... [ VIII ] Give me your hand! The child has no knowledge of mental abstractions, People kept saying, get away from distractions. He never knew how to tackle this anxiety, Always suicidal, confusion, procrastination but determination with messed priorities. Stop frowning , start yawning and jumping, Hard work put blood in pumping. Now the beast inside you! Wants something to eat, That is where luck , destiny and all your worldly jazz splash. Found eternal purpose.... [ IX ] Give me your hand! I ’m the angel came from the world of imagination, Where the devils and rebels rule, 7 Not the god with white soul. Where there darkness is the key, Because terror gives you wings to flee. Not because your imagination, Save the world from annihilation. Be Precise.... [ X ] Give me your hand Soak up with a pen, write on the phone. Look at these fancy words; big mouths and small works, You’ll be de-addict; when you gotta realise, “I am just one of the ducks.”. You might chase more destiny, Obstacles, obstructions to balance your sanity. There is no such thing as poetry Writing these glooming lines is a work of man’s mockry. The ones who can’t rule the world with actions, Want to change the earth with words’s collections. Read these lines not because you need poetry, But because you once looked for a hand, And you never find it. 1 Ice Cream [ I ] Why ice-cream so special, Childhood memories and cherry love. No, there are many stories of souls, For this chilled cloud like goal. Mesmerising moon and cold blood in veins, Adherent of kings landing on mountains. Flavouring cold crystal for king’s taste, Centuries later crowd dumped some paste, To behold the cold magic in hands, Machines had put in some wafers for some cents. That’s the story of that tasty cone of ice-cream, Which you ate last night. 2 [ II ] Ice Cream and Teenage Walking on streets in evenings and nights, With creambell, mother dairy and kawlity balls and delight. Temptation in infant’s eyes, brownies, goku and giku, Nighty seven flavours struggle , butterscotch and rikuo. As I open my mouth to love the bite, You can’t be a human, if you don't see descent in sight. Now we go to the north and do some philosophy, With hands on Japanese sake, ice cream and morality. [ III ] Ice Cream and War He can’t speak, cause his tongue had been cut by nazis, People pity him , look at him within grey nights. He can’t feel the kiss of his wife, her grief for whole life, Can’t sing, rhyme and just have a boring die. His silence between circles becoming a meme, Everybody trying to mimic and to be far seen, Loud laughters and sake noises are nothing for him, Cause everywhere in his heart and soul, He missed the taste of ice cream. 3 [ IV ] Ice Cream and Billionaire (Bruno Mars) I want to be a billionaire ,so fucking bad, Everyday new ice creams are like sons of rich dads. Go to the clubs where you ate with golden girls, Chilled ice cream with dry fruits and pearls. To overcome a drip, suck ice like dick, And feel heaven when you eat ice cream. I want to be a billionaire , so fucking bad, I’d made up new cities with creams, And put them into the fridge to make ice creams. [ V ] Ice Cream and Poverty When I was little, I got a valuable lesson, Making ice cream could be a passion. Odd carrier as it sounds, but cute faces with smile, Pushed me through rough times. I make ice creams , but can’t eat much of them, My wife exhales for new items at home, Somebody nodded towards me , that was my mom And said “Can I’ve an Ice Cream?” 4 [ VI ] Ice Cream and Date In the room, full of lights, I entered with blackish edge, I saw two eyes looking at me with a sprangle. We both laughed with same ice cream, Even she shared her insta and Asked for some dress themes. Her figure reminds me of pear, Her violet dress caught me up in lovable affairs. In the end , we both ate an ice cream It was chilled winter of new york, And slept near subway’s mark. It all happened because of ice cream. 1 Bridge [ I ] S ince 1975, I breathe to the life, With water on my feet, sky on my roof. Several stories sung with horns of vehicles, How many times, the different souls have the same cycles. I’m standing here and it’s all matter, I’m the bridge that Zeus can’t scatter. Horses, people, cars and trucks are responsible for all my cracks, It’s my behaviour to let them jerk. Need some reinventory, old school poetry. Juvlate passive methodology and new technology, 2 To wipe the my tears. [ II ] I never slept, Because humans can’t stop transportation, I’m not gonna lie, They do sometimes when they can’t control devastation. Sometimes heavy weights feels me like a burden, Even though I'm born in an over way which is mundane. Yesterday, I heard some engineers talking about my some parts, Replace me or repair me, you untrained brats. They sometimes made me feel the guilt, How many lives I’ve taken for my foundations, Yeah, that’s how I got this supernatural built. [ III ] Yesterday, I saw a lost lad standing over me, Weeping and freighting, I heard his parents die in the water. So I thought to make him my friend Cause we both are orphans. While he was staring into the wild water, I said to him, “ See how this sun shines, Oh, if you need a friend, 3 I’m standing right behind. Like a bridged over uncontrolled water I will ease your tension. Come to me, I can feel your little trembling legs.” But he never replied. [ IV ] Pity, pity and pity on humans, Can’t control water with dams, These monsters structures makes me All time lame. I see things coming from distances, Can smell humans and dogs presences, Because they both feel the same to me. With greed and mist propelling their gist, I mastered how to ignore them. Because for their overweight, They put blame on me. [ V ] In rains, I see flying crystals, And horrible waters touching my foots, Sometimes humans also die in rain like vessels. When I livin in villages, I stop using me, 4 Not because of rains cruelty, But because of their naivety. Tortoise and turtle sounds, Serpents and cattles, Everybody chilled and blind, But nobody heels off my bounds. When controllable water goes off, Humans again start to use me with their vehicles. [ VI ] I know without us, Humans can’t fly over water, In the past , they tried to make themselves joker. Though love to conqueror, they got natural super powers, Imagine , think and act with superstitious towers. I heard they are making flying transportation everywhere, So they don’t have to use me nowhere. What else we can expect from a civilization like humans, Ungrateful, greedy. They sometimes run on my mind, As i see every fight over a height, No future for my upcoming generation, That’s all results of years of human service, No paradise and no feel good, Only grit and guilt. 1 Sea is Calling Me [ I ] Sea is calling to me!! Dark clouds took on the sky, I slept on that day, Fare amount of music was on, Lighting makes a bay of water. As I slipped into profundity of sleep, Found myself inside waters making weep, Onto clear interpretation, some shadow became clear. When you hate being alright, Sea suffers from stones and fights. I was talking to the man, 2 Manipulating him to enter the gate, It was Hindu or Stephens or I was on some height, He vowed his hand towards a car, I see a staggering face with some scars, As I watched with intensity found scars belongs to glass, The girl is leaving for a new chemistry class. [ II ] In second occasion, I don’t remember much, I found myself talking and touching her, As visible part of her body making spectrum, She laughed at my name, asked how to pronounce it. Then she came with the shortcut “AD”. Her eyes intimidating as moon, As she was talking and talking, I asked her for her number. After exchanging binaries , we started to dive into each - other 's eyes. “Time to Leave”, we heard this sound. “See you around ”, I said to her. “Call me”, she replied. [ III ] In the third occurrence , I saw myself and her in my hands in the green water of the sea. We both kissed and hugged, Residence of waters might have judged us, 3 After some dark moments, I saw myself crying. She was floating dead in front of me under tusky layers of green water. My dripping tears were shining like pearls, And disappearing with her hair curls. Her iris pointed to me, Fish started to eat their new meal, Actually sea made with me this deal, If I’ll give his people food, They will never call me, Never return to my dreams, And stops haunting me with green waters. [ IV ] When I was fifteen, I first saw sea with school camp, I remember the memory , throwing cane in sea stomach, Although Sea said, “I just want to see you being sacrificed.“ Even I was neither Judah, Jesus nor Christ. Some fish started to die because all of dump, Nobody listened to their tears. My children pissed and puffed into sea, Overtime noticing water turning, From blue to green, I am the witness and guilty of all the sea's screams. It was the worst of nightmares. [ V ]