"All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions."
William Bulter Yeats
No, I am not thinking about extreme opinions
I am empty,
I am blank. My papers scattered all about my room.
The sea gulls from shores unknown
Or the scary king crows
Or the gloomy cat of the neighbours
or my torn umbrella
Of the last monsoon
nothing inspires me
But an empty paper around
The city has lost its charm
I have lost the key of the front door
I have lost the eyes to see
A pulse or two
An empty paper
Just a few scripts
A a corner for me to write...
"An empty canvas is a living wonder... far lovelier than certain pictures."