Nothing

You sit and hold your face

On the cusp of your hands

And outside the window

You see nothing

 

Your gaze is firm and intense

On the snow-capped happiness

It shimmers in its whole being

But tell nothing

 

A river races down the meadow

Its sorrow roars and flows

And flows down like a serpent

You listen to what it wants to say

You hear nothing

 

At a far off distance a soul sings

Big willows leaning on its body

You close the window and retreat

For the song says nothing

 

In your dreams

there is a light in the center

It glows and glows eternally

And everything moves towards it

But you

For you watch in silence

perhaps in awe and horror

You are alone, you see around

And there is nothing

 

 

 

24 January 2017

DCU

11:40 pm.

 

 

 

 

 

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Author: pasdarekashmir

A PhD candidate of Politics and International Relations in School of Law and Government, Dublin City University. Research interests: national movements, nationalism, media, framing, and discourses. Regular column: Yours Satirically (Kindle Magazine)

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