It is peace..
No, its Silence.
Its a dark and empty Silence..
There’s no sound at all.
Oh wait! How can I avoid my clock’s hand
And the slow humming of refridgerator at times.
These sounds are as vacant as me.
But everything else is Silent.
Far away, there is a music, a marriage I guess.
Some vehicles passing by, disturbing
The eternal Silence I’m having.
Nobody is here. Nobody. Nobody except me.
I can eat whatever I want, I ain’t hungry.
I can do whatever I want to, I ain’t got any need..
I am getting absorbed by this environment.
The poet inside me wants to write a masterpiece tonight
The Musician wants to compose the saddest, or the most life related song.
But for whom shall I do this.? Nobody is here.
This lone surrounding is making me feel like it. Abandoned.
There is nobody here. Nobody I can feel.
I feel this emptiness is making me like this nature.
I won’t have anyone or anything inside me very soon.
Nobody is inside me.
Nothing at all.