we know
"empty vessel sounds a lot,"
it has so much space within itself
that it reflects back
what it hears.
my mind is also the empty vessel,
wanting to be empty,
which is not exactly empty.
millions,
thousands,
hundreds,
few,
many,
deep,
dark,
thoughts cross all limits.
they just fill up the space in my mind,
making me sure of
that
I am not empty,
my mind
and my soul are just lonely.
no one to stand by the side,
no one to tell how hard it is to fight,
no one to guide through the
darkest hours,
no one to know how much it hurts,
to have
two voices telling
million of things.
Even if those many thoughts cross
my mind,
still it is not filled,
nothing comes to the mouth,
to speak,
to express,
nothing comes to the eyes,
to look at,
to cry;
my mind is just like an empty shell.