Empty Mind

Empty Mind In this spare time of life, Life has become a resting site, A hollow space for rumination, Past has gone into the catacomb of past. The slow movement of mind, With the slow pace of time, Mind and time become nothing, Only a vague delight is falling. The Life - a great feast of mind, With thoughts colourful is mild, It moves with slow plaintive plod, With pain becoming pensive abode. All the dreams that swayed with hope, Nurturing childhood dreams to be a someone, A special one to have strong root and wings, Now with blows of Time on the ground falls. A world of nothing without thoughts of becoming, In my cloistered self like stream dawning, Every moment I am born and without dream dying, Life has become a shoreless pasturage moving. Future is nebulous and mystic too, Within the womb of time it does fuse, Time has become timeless having no vigor, Life has become a worshiper without Vesper. All the delights to be in the seed of time, The hope to have an upward flight, Drinking every drop that oozes from the vim of Being, In thoughtless leisure demise; recede to abysmal ruin. Plodding on the pathless path, Without thought like a vast space of light, I am a sky Now with no heavenly bodies, Within and without I Am a vast Nothing. ********** @ prabir Gayen : 11/02/2019: 12: 34 PM