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EMPTINESS by Kadambari Kashyap

For me, poems are about spilling out all those unspoken feelings…

 Poems manage to connect us with the abstract substance of emotions through words. This one is about a moment of overwhelming sense of cosmic union with Divinity.

This emptiness...
For I am just the empty vessel
And you fill me in
With your desire
And there grows a baby
Of the universe,
in the confined infinite
Space of this empty container.
And the plant grows
Out of passion and fire
In receiving our insane desire.
Come, lets embrace each other tight, for here is a prayer :
may this child brought through us  rise up, rooted in earth
and bloom out its flowers and fruits to the skies
laughing with the timeless joys of the universe!
Gratitude gratitude!!

Kadambari Kashyap is a bachelor’s student of Communication Studies in Bangalore. She was born and brought up in a small town of Assam, India. She writes when there is an outpour of her feelings and she needs to scribble them down onto paper. She spends most of her time these days lazily doing assignments, dancing around the house, singing and screaming pretending to be some great artist in front of the mirror, reading things she feels connected to and going to various cafes. She delights travelling to new places and people.  She enjoys exploring around and would like to disappear someday to a place she doesn’t know yet. You can join her in Facebook here or mail her at

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