In the midst of Nothingness

 

In the midst of Nothingness I stare at oblivion,
A shining black ray, and Towering edifice….. or my
imagination
My eyes Misty with the barren fog on the Glass
And I feel, a dewdrop in the Burning Grass.

In the midst of Nothingness I inhale…
An aroma of Hemlock and a Golden blossom…. Or my
Imagination.
My lips Blue, and a black Pigeon flying
And I feel, a Snowball in the Ice flaming.

In the midst of Nothingness I whisper………
A Perilous Rock or a Fluid Heart……. Or my Imagination.
My Hands Tremulous, and a naked Tree sorrowing
And I feel, a Step….. My Truth…. My Destiny……
Arriving!!

Anoop S. Hiwalay