VOID

It is never that
That I didn't wanted
The sky, the mountains
The oceans, the soil
To come out of cocoon
Nested in photographs
On my computer desktop
The calender, the diary
The painting, the film
And all!

It is never that
That I didn't wanted
The solitude, the peace
The freedom, the emptiness
To come out of the nest
Residing in penchant for words
Of human beings
The thesis, the garrulous talk
The attachment, the friendship
And all!

It is never that
That I didn't wanted
The Azure, the one-ness
The divine, the bliss
To come out of earthy existence
Living in the body-sloth
The lard, the bones
The past, the present
And the future all!