But ofcourse,
I am a Zilch
Yes, A Zilch - a Proper noun
Labeling the space that's I.
And when the naming happens,
The zlich lets out a playful chuckle
At the irony of the process.
What holds nothing?
May be I should rephrase this -
What nothing holds?
An abstract collage of moments
In the eternal now
Skimming through like a slide show
Filling the Zilch with fuzzy things
Like love and peace!
I am a zilch
Looking for words
To fill up worlds of illusions
Words knit in wool, words baked in kilns
To warm the skin and feed the gut.
A void I am, gaping at my being
Remembering Lennon of The Beatles
And quoting him when
"The hole of my life flashes before my eyes!"
I am a space - a vaccum perhaps
Looking to gather the cosmic scraps.
I am a verbal outlash
How funny, this I
Trying to capture the essence of Sky
In silence, in stillness and in space
While heaping up rubbles of references
And laughing at mind's maze!
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