Vacuum Inside

I walk , I talk
I sleep and I eat
Still lacking something
To whom do I cheat?


I watch movies
And listen to the songs
I think very less
Neither care about wrongs


I cook, I read
I earn some dime
But life is boring
Like this this rhyme


I decided not to look
In future and the past
But again loneliness grips
In the world so vast


Everyday it is a fight
Against vacuum and dirt
Can anyone suggest
Cure of this heart....