Nothingness

Nothingness, a blessing in disguise



Today clouds were having fun as I saw those white muss of smoke flocking around fidgeting in and out from nothingness to a beautiful figure. I hardly noticed as I got embraced by the darkness engulfed in between thy creed. That solace I felt which may become once a million just rested benign for a few seconds.

John F. Kennedy once said- “Things do not happen. Things are made to happen.”

If I wished to cherish those mere seconds in-order for the happiness to bound within myself, won’t I lose those awaiting thousands lights that is resting just behind the clouds I wished to recreate or will you choose being happy at the moment losing the thousand light years for those mere images you windowed.

Light slowly getting engulfed with the shadow of its own shame.

That dark night, a screen appears before thy rigid eyes flickering twice a second trying to cover these two beautiful seconds, a white beam blinded the sky appearing out of nowhere leaving just a tail to follow behind and just like that, vanished in a thin air.

Is there a prison inside you? Or you’re just living a mirage behind the gate of wishful lies. I believe somewhere somehow we all felt the imprisonment, imprison by fear_imprison by love_imprison by hope_imprison by faith_ imprison by the emptiness; all rested in having to cell your soul despite knowing the fact that there’s a freewill or is it just the cage by a puppeteer, there’s a boundary limiting our feed preventing us to engulf that hole with the braces of uncertainties holding with the clenching arm. We do not create or intent to create any boundaries, but we all are doom creatures who happen to create things and following the path just ahead with a discovery of the imaginary line you say “ A Boundary!”.

All I knew was nothing but I just didn’t know what nothing was. The best way for me to hitch on any enigmatic problems that nothing assures me and let it have my next accomplishment.

 I hardly dwell to keep my mind searching

Ecstasy on my way As I keep nothing

 I am happy with this nothing to be known

love being on suspended animation alone

Where i friend no Passing by

Words fall in vain as I, as my

That vain got full only by a minute

Looking back, I smile finding a clock hailing “ it’s too late”.

Heard an applause after I find this thought nothing

holding a smile I just say it's nothing .........


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