April 23, 2010


I hold a pen , bend over my desk
and try to write
There is almost nothing in my mind
Tomorrow's urgency drifts through spaces
And for the time being
I am a blissful zero
I take a glance and look at myself
I give definitions to pen paper
trees skies ..air..
I run a finger through the edges of furniture
try to feel the crisp paper
As if everything yield their meaning to me
I feel like a nobody in complete harmony
I dive into the transparency
silent and ready to listen
I close my eyes
There is motion everywhere
Yesterday's puzzle solves itself
And if it dint
I don't care

PS: listen to mouse on mars' " x-files"


Megh said...


Megh said...

the blissful zero ..
what we are