Voids and My Muse.

By Rajiv Gohil

Rooms that don't occupy your carbon dioxide,

Absolute voids.

 Rooms that fail to witness your frequencies,

Absolute voids.

Rooms that lack your prints,

Absolute voids.

Rooms you'd never decorate,

Absolute voids.

Rooms unaware of your warmth and shine,

Absolute voids.

Rooms lacking the sight of you turning pages,

Absolute voids.

Rooms whose walls you haven't painted,

Absolute voids.

Rooms clueless of the sound of your laugh,

Absolute voids.

An entire World of Rooms,

And yet, so few,

The prestigious, the deconsecrate,

Precisely twenty rooms or so,

My heart, one of them...

For you in spite, discrete?

By Rajiv Gohil