With no words to express myself, rather the inner me,
I go on writing this letter to the dearest “Emptiness”…
The emptiness that lies folded beside me, inside me!
It says, “Your success and Failure doesn’t bother me
If not me, who could define what a companion is!
Your time changed, but I never did change…
Even you changed, but all I did is accepted!”
Yes, such was the contribution of this “Emptiness”, much more than I could realize, and much bigger than I could believe. Honestly, all the years while I had been complaining and grudging about my loneliness, never did I understand how this emptiness dissolved in my solitude.
I know you would say “Think Practically, A companion has to be living thing, first! I understand. I understand!” That’s how I used to think too. But what if I ask you,
Is the numb throbbing in the silence not enough to be its heartbeat,
Or is the essence of enveloping air not enough to be its skin,
What else does it need to be approved of a life?
Is it the physical body, that a corpse possesses?
Or is it, the communication that even plants strive to prove!
What is it, that stops us from accepting that even in our loneliness, we are not alone. Would that have been the case, “Why and who do we talk to inside?”. Tell me, “Who is it that you wait to get your tears wiped even in the locked room?”.
This emptiness never gets depleted. It stays forever. It contracts and hides within when many high-profile contacts, success awards and moments of glam get added to your life. Why? Because it knows by your ignorance that you don’t want it right now, and enjoys watching you enjoy them. Then, later when you fail or get stabbed, in the dark moments of your life, it expands and cuddle you to envelop and isolate you from the rest of the world, so that you see the world as it is, without a single perception.
Most of us avoid it, and distract ourselves. Isn’t it?
Some of us fight it, and believe we killed it. Isn’t it?
A few of us accept it and wait for our time to change.
My question is why don’t we carry it gracefully?
This generation makes me the immensely proud, when they never hesitate to accept their flaws. They carry it so elegantly and boldly, that no wonder the flaw seems to be the new fashion in its only edition.
Why just sitting depressed in a corner under the staircase, or looking down to the hazy world from top floor through the empty bottle or walking alone by a sea shore viewing the setting sun, or fighting the slaps of wind over the face out of the window over a road trip….do we find and talk to this Emptiness?
What should then stop us from accepting, embracing and glorifying this “Emptiness” beside us, beneath us, within us? Could we ever be so loyal and supporting to anyone as “Emptiness” is!
Loving and protecting my Emptiness