Blurry lights on a glass window
Neon reflections on a drenched pavement
Evening mist
Pale silhouettes
Disinterested face of a stranger
Traffic signal changes colour
Distant car alarm
Warbling in spurts
Tremor of a passing vehicle
Dust layers on a corner of a chair
Half-drank teacup
Still steaming
Clunky noises from a kitchen
Snippets from a nearby TV
Reluctant closed door
Cold drafts
Nothingness consuming passing moments
Nothingness filling all of memory
Nothing is there
Even Nothing is beautiful
Well-written. Made me wonder what "nothingness" should really mean. You've described in detail almost all there is to the scene - it's all there, and yet "Nothing is there"... The "Blurry lights on a glass window", "Neon reflections on a drenched pavement", "Evening mist", "pale silhouettes" - they all make a pretty picture, and yet "Nothing is beautiful". Wonder whether that's what "nothing" really is - Everything. All of it merely nothing, nothing of significance. It's just there, without really being there - a projection, an illusion.
ReplyDeleteAlso, personally, I like the last two lines the most. It sounds like you're saying that it is 'Nothing' that is there, and that it is 'Nothing' that is beautiful, and if you think about it that way, the lines are somewhat thought-provoking...
ReplyDeleteYou're right, try to copy the line :)
Deletecopy the line? The last two lines?
Delete(last two lines of your poem, I mean)
DeleteAlso, where to?
Such loose visuals you have! Really grateful to Writu for suggesting me to read you. Also,nothingness is the most complete sense of belongingness,no? Because you can never be disloyal to it? Since it needs no loyalty?
ReplyDeletesomething like that :P
DeleteVery nice poem.I Iiked your style.
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