Nothingness

I want to be in the silence

In the nothingness

Where I don’t even hear my echoes

Nor the sound of my own breathe.

Take me to that open field

Where I don’t listen to the bird’s chirp

Nor the air blowing into my ears.

I want to be in “the peace”

In the cosmos

Where tranquility meets my soul

And my eyes blinded with the purity of heaven

As I see enough of all these colors

This chaos, dancing so loud, tearing the fleshes of my sanity.

Take me to the land of moon

Where all the bubbles of wickedness break

As if, the universe is dead

And, every single being on this planet

The flowers and the trees, the birds and the bees

The lands and the gravity

All the living and the dead

The insight and the awareness

Are walking in funeral procession. 

And, I be in that dead silence

Mourning the death of universe

With all my sanity, hoovering

And, I am aware of this nothingness

The feel of my heart not beating

And the lungs, not longing for breathe

I stand in nothingness feeling alive all by myself

I want to be in that silence

Take me to the land of Peace.

mindful of thoughts

 Thoughts within me

beating every cells of my brain 

like a bunch of horses

running off beat

trying to overpower myself,

with blossoms full of color

is this how is life supposed to be?

i ask myself..

and right then, i spot a weird looking plant 

eyeing me completely 

with a throne arising from petal itself

happiness is not a myth

i remind myself again..

throwing away the thorny petal

to my surprise,

 underneath the pile laid all those creatures

crawling and creeping,

wandering like the thoughts within my head

i am an overthinker 

i think again

i should let my thoughts go..

i think again

i then want to let it go, one by one

slowly,

yet at once

do they deserve to be here?

i question myself

my brain, yells out too

noooo....

right then, i start

i start it, i shoot at one of those wanderers 

and, all i can remember is just , letting one of  it go

rest of them , they still hover here

i think again

i am willing to shoot at others too,

my bad, i cant lift my hands anymore,

i see myself ,

lying on the floor 

with the thought i just shot...

it laid beside my head, 

covered in bright red petals

 that i showered myself with. 

i could see it freezing after a while 

letting it cover with all the creeps

a day passed by 

my hands are cold

a long sigh...

the wanderers left my brain 

a day passed by,

i can see them dance

dance in a group

carrying a body, all covered

 i cant recognize 

i think again..

with all my ears to listen to the gallops of horses..

aren't these my thoughts ? 

 running again ?