I say nothing

I say nothing. But nothing is not a vacuum.
Think of a very small number. A very big
zero. There are degrees of nothing, decimal
places with codes and guides. The sum of
several somethings, big little things, things
that cancel each other out. An empty theatre
is nothing. A moonless sky is nothing. You
see the equations slipping into the fault lines?
A poet dies. This too is nothing. A liberation
of being, negated by the poems that will
forever be shackled to an open window.
Waiting. For nothing. You ask if I am alright.
I say nothing. There are big things and little
things duelling for air. I make a list. I cancel a
list. Flutter. Fall. Say nothing. How are you, you
ask again. Maybe you are just being polite.

17 thoughts on “I say nothing

  1. I can’t make sense of a moonless sky being nothing, not even an empty theater being nothing… There is always so much in places where someone or something has been or will be. But I do understand wondering about the depths of certain how are yous.

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  2. Poems shackled to an open window really struck me. Emptiness can be full and nothing is something.

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  3. “A poet dies. This too is nothing. A liberation
    of being, negated by the poems that will
    forever be shackled to an open window.”

    Divine words dear Rajani

    Happy Friday

    much💚love

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  4. I think a lot of us are retreating into silence these days, weighed down by so much going wrong all at once on the planet. We become the Observer, wishing humankind could get a grip. I love this poem, Rajani.

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