An Emptiness Fills

Long time no thoughts
Receding, proceeding, topsying, turvying,
Somersaulting like court jesters with smiles painted on their faces
To hide their gloom from the world.
Thoughts as deceptive as a player’s words,
Saying one implying another,
Not revealing the true meaning.
This inertness of the mind is like a vacuum,
A cavity that refuses to accept even the air which is its only companion.
Ennui creeps like poison ivy over a broken turret clothed in lichen,
Untouched by sun for centuries,
Left to decay.
Where have they receded to, these thoughts
That flooded, frenzied, turmoiled, created havoc
And swept away sanity?
Are they waiting like a fetus in some hidden womb to deliver themselves,
Neonates leaving seas that they lay submerged in?
All the paraphernalia,
The cluttering, the trips and falls
Seem like an illusion;
An illusion of aliveness inside.
Aliveness that seemed at times senseless,
At times senseful,
At times a mirror,
At times a stone wall
The life has been substituted and a deathly calm reigns supreme
In the sepulcher like mind.