NOTHING-NESS

A nocturnal dream comes out
From the side of a dark deep corner
Nibble my pristine thoughts.
Not many but few pages
Are left open of my book
The thoughts garnished all over
With all the sweetness of pain
And pleasure aligned
Gathers the momentum in time
In wait of rodent, to finish
Eating the book in whole.
All thoughts wafted wayward
In destination unknown.
Wondering about the chariot
Who may be the charioteer
Driving the 'nothing-ness' in total void
Rejuvenated I become, in owning
And calling 'nothing' my own