in this evolving emptiness
that's gaurded by the galaxies
sleep slips into regular folds
of this body and settles
in its intriguing contours
and the day too wakes up into
blinding emptiness
all more out of habit
i deliberately create nothingness
to negate this embryonic
meaninglessness that smarts
through the routine eyeballs
in sleep as well wakefulness
do you hear the rattling of bones
in the empty sack that gets moved
about by the everyday business of life?
08sep2009
20.40hrs
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-again-2/
