Colours of the night!

You search for your space..and not by physicality but the inner space of your mind...unconquerd and inane.you travel..you read...you discover your inside out but still u fail to find that "space"...that nothingness in you ... the one which might kill you and at the same time keep u breathing...the one which is your strength as well your broken spine...the one which is both you and your alter ego....you try and search for it...and at the end u realise that all your life what you'v been searching is nothing but your real "self"...the energy that makes you and as well breaks you!
here one's "self" is discovered by the emptyness of many kinds...as a fathomless "space", a nondescriptive "thing"...as the literal meaning of "none" and by anything as casually described by an "it".
Its one's journey to discover himself!



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Through an empty road
I look in for some space
funnier it may seem ...
as I try and find it "none"!

and I find myself in the sunshine
in the woods.. in the rain
in the morning glow of sun
till the midnight dawning lane

from the heavens to the earth
as i seek through the ends undone
funnier it may seem ...
as I try and find that 'none'!

In an empty room
I look in for some space
the nothingness crowds me deep in vain
as the lonesome falls again

from the church ... to the temple
from one sorrow... to another fun
funnier it may seem...
as I try and find that "none"





and how I sometimes fly like an eagle....
sometimes like a dove ..slow and fine
sometimes I swim deep in the ocean
all to look for that "thing" of mine.....

and how I drive the highways accross...
NYC via chicago ...to our own dilli roads
from the lightless lane..to that half echoed sound
that thing of mine ....is still nowhere to be found...





that last bus..and locals at night
that corner bar where no one fights
that scorching summer ... and winter nights
on empty sheets i search for my space.

in empty class rooms..on vacant chairs
in morning metros...to the last of few stairs
on flightless runways..to the hollow stares
at the ends of all... still I search for my space.

from the nothingness of the soul...to the holloring of my mind
from the lonely mornings ..to all the pleasures I dont find
from the earth beneath my feet...to the end of my vision
I search for the only.. the only space of mine.





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and as I lie down
all perished and jaded
I search no more...for my time has come
and right amidst the half lived years
the half spent joys..and the incomplete selves
I see "it" mourning...for I failed to find
....for I failed to find the "self" of mine

In its enigma it holds me tight...
walks me careful, quite and safe
with an honour to my soul..and tears for my death
I see it walking me ...right till my grave!
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