The Void of Thought

Is the road ever empty, I wonder?
The road I walk, with nothing in sight
Except walls and walls of tunneling darkness
And a sky made of infinity,
Where weight is lost, all is lost
Is it empty still?

Out of the wild emptiness, take birth
Colourful clouds brimming with imagination
Out of whose wombs, are castles born
And reveries of adventure, beyond raging mounts
Flowing seas do dreams adorn.

A forceful aura, a giant aura
Of forceful thought, mighty will
Sprinkles light on my dilemma...
With thought as vast as boundlessness,
Nothing is empty
Empty is nothing.

Comfortably Numb

I walk the winding road of loss, going back and forth, back and forth, in circles. Round and round and round, until I'm confused between myself and the ghost of my past. I have nothing more to lose, except myself. Nothing more to give, except myself. 

Until finally, suddenly, the path gives way, and I fall into the ditch of indifference, remembering my past self distinctly - who I was just a second ago, before I fell into this abyss - me, whose brain was riddled with mourning and sad, the offspring of loss.

Oh, and then, this heavenly abyss - indifference. Finally, comfort envelops me and my brain can't feel a thing, devoid of all discouraging emotions... that thin line between heavy loss and indifference, crossed, until I'm numb.

Comfortably numb.

That heavenly flight in the heavenly skies of love shining with stars of imagination... the gleam of those dreams taunting me wherever I fly. I slowly grow the wings, wings of the hopes for a better future. Waving them about in delight weaving tales unheard, I hear a sudden ring.

I try to move my wings to my ears, to shield them from the deafening, frightening roar, only to find bloody shreds in place of those wings. All the hopes, all that love, dripping to the ground I can't fathom. Expectations only lead to a sad disappointment... let me forget this, let me think this never happened...

Slowly, reluctantly, I fall to the ground, into a deep pool of forgetfulness, where I sink to the bottom and memories flow to the surface like bubbles. That roar, it showed me reason, making me cross the threshold of that lovely water of forgetfulness. The water holds me up like a hero, comforting me, washing away all emotions, numbing me. My mind, my fingers, all are numb.

Comfortably numb.

I am a star... that star burning with the embers of life. The heat, the adventure, I'm finally as large as life. Outside, I might be raging with storms and flares, but inside, I'm still young, and want to remain young. Until...

The most fascinating thing about life is that even though it can drag on for years and years, it takes just a second to end. The boundary between life and death, that thin line between reality and dream, scaled in just a second.

All I know is darkness. Or is it nothingness? After all, I'm a hole. A black hole, destroying all light that is life, crushing all my surroundings, sucking them into the mourning... the mourning of death. Relaxed, I am. Yet I feel no life, no charm of unpredictability. Without life, it's numb.

Comfortably numb.

As Fair as a Star

There rides the knight in shining armour
With beaming fervour, endless valour,
Scars and scratches compliment whose visage
Black by the dust of acts of courage,
Raising his head, eyes beaming with pride
The sun blesses him with the magic of its light.
And all those legends, who look from afar
Sing of a face as fair as a star.

There sails the maiden with undeterred will
perched on the mast, the quintessential fille,
Who rose above all mockery and scorn
Stunned the world, for the flair she adorns.
Though her face blotched with tears of Fate
The silvery moonlight does wonder create.
And all those legends, who look from afar
Sing of a face as fair as a star.

The laughing child, who laughs no more
Shielded her mother, amidst wild furore,
Parted from life, united with love
Infinite, immortal, in the heavens above.
Though her face deathly still in the casket of wood
Lights up, alive, from the gaze of motherhood.
And all those legends, who look from afar
Sing of a face as fair as a star.

Existence

Sometimes I find it hard to believe that this Universe, our Universe, exists. Millions of human beings living their life on a green and blue planet somewhere in the outer reaches of the Milky Way Galaxy, which is but a microscopic stain on the fabric of spacetime... pronouncing Oort Cloud is easier than believing this fact.

How can such a vast, complex universe with endless forms of matter and endless dimensions and other complexities difficult to fathom come into existence? How did Creation come to be? The simple answer a majority of people would look up to to quench their curiosity would be - God. Who created this world? God. How is the Universe so big? God. Why is the Universe the way it is? Because God created it that way.

However, one nagging sensation at the back of my mind constantly keeps asking the question... Who created God? Well, maybe another God? Another God? Then who created him/her?

The analogies might be endless, and the question? Still unanswered.

But surely there must be a reason for all this? Consciousness, existence, intelligence, thought, cognition... somewhere, there might be that reason.

And the only explanation which comes into my mind which is closest to being plausible is... infinity. Infinity in space, and infinity in time. The Universe might have been existing for forever with its reaches spreading out to a distance greater than infinity. That God they all fear, that God they all revere... what if that is infinity?

Sometimes while I gaze into the the night sky and think of its vast extent, I try to search for the answer. Each answer has a 'Why?'. Each reasoning has a 'How?'. This leads me to the conclusion that an answer might not really exist. Because existence... existence itself is a question.