BLANKNESS
Noise of the daily chores,
Chirps and flights and generators,
Walking sounds, doors opening closing,
And so on and continuous spectrum;
And in between quantum of seconds,
All juiceless and boring,
Like every other day;
I sitting dry and heavy,
And all this happening,
in an absolute vacuum,
Still and powerful,
binding and expanding
simultaneously.
I looked at the faded blue sky:
It seemingly says-
“There is much more”
And the eyes of BLANKNESS sparkle,
With joy and hope.
Hope of the Unknown.
-Anjali(25-02-2023)
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2024
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