Space!

I,

At the center

Enclosed in a circle of

Thousand- heads,

To whom I explained-

What emptiness feels like?

Everybody seemed

Less bothered…

As their eyes,

As I observed,

Were rolling over…

But,
Tearing up the crowds-

Came in a valiant man

Unlike others,

Curiosity twinkled

In his eyes,

He requested me to define

The blank-

The space-

The emptiness…

I first grinned,
At him

Then,

Took a brush

And a canvas

Drew the line

A portrait of man-

 With no nose,

 To breathe in

 With no lips,

 To smile at

 With no eyes,

To wander in

‘Perfect’,
I thought

I was delighted-

For me

That was emptiness!

And I turned around-

                            To show…

                            To show to that gentleman

                            What space meant to me-

                            When you are

                            Just an outline

                            With a blank-space

                            Within yourself!

And when I turned around

[Jaw-dropped!]

I saw no valiant man!

He was nowhere!

He was no-one!

And I came to know

He himself was

A space-

An empty thought!

-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
IISc-India-9-1-2012-Time: 4:35 pm
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