Journey
Color filled the vacuum,
Vacuum filled color,
It was nothing and everything,
Matter was there and yet not there,
Real was unreal and unreal real,
Air blew in soft moves,
As yet I felt it was space,
I was neither dreaming,
Nor was I sleeping tight,
It was day time,
And the sun shone bright,
They were all around me in their abodes,
With their matter and material,
But I just did not have them around,
They simply existed and did not as well,
I was in deep,
And do not know what was deep,
May be it was brain,
But it cannot be that shallow,
Perhaps it was spirit,
It was out on a move,
On a real wild move,
It was surging with speed,
As yet it was all struck up down there,
I was not I still I was I,
Light shone brightly at the undefined time,
That thing surging from me was merged in that light,
It bathed and bathed in its purity,
Till I broke and resumed my normal chores.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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