BLACK SKY(OF EMPTINESS)

At first,
there was,
a tranquil silence...
But the wind
would not rest
and,stirred up a storm.

Tranquility
lay raped,
broken like
many pieces
of glass
that would never
fit together again.

Blood oozed out
of the depths
of the soul,
and poured out
of eyes as tears.

But what,
was the wind
anyway?

It could not
have emanated
out of a void,
for,is it
not true that
out of nothing
nothing comes?

Nothingness
is not for us,
to fathom
anyway...
How then,
does one
explain the emptiness...
maybe once touched,
kissed by
the warm breath
of the soft lips
of love?

Is it the same,
to be empty
and to be nothing?

Perhaps it
would be a lesser curse
to be nothing...
a lesser curse
to not be,
than being
hollow,
of no measure within...

Maybe these words,
run aflow
like a stream...
drops of a dream,
that dry up soon
and become
barren stars,
in a black sky of emptiness.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(2/4/2007)