Wanting myself to be an et cetera
Where I dont want to explain myself
The unsent letters
That suppress
Trillions of emotions
Ends with et cetera
Mind that holds
Infinite ideas
Ends with et cetera
In the era of texts
My writings
Ends with et cetera
Where do I
Pour all those et cetera?
In a blank space
Or in a chaotic place?
Do they have answers
Or am I abandoned
Does so on and so forth
Has any meaning to my existence
Finding the et cetera's
In your own universe
Is like
Searching for
A quark in universe
Et cetera in my life
Is like
A black hole
That pulls the
Gloom out of my
Unsaid pains
And thus,
I end with et cetera.
-Hemamalini P