Can I Be Nothing

Distant in the woods of Frost,

I have my mind froze.

An adobe of a partial procrastinator 

To be nothing in the lap of the creator.

The toxins of my brain,

Ceased like the demons in the myth –

No blood sheds no pain 

With tranquility curing wrath.

The noise in my vocal tuned to voice-

But my system is busy doing nothing. 

Ignoring the radio boxes of my mind

Embracing the beauty of change.

A thing of acceptance is my solace,

Finding no one in the woods -

Doing nothing with an ache. 

Turning up no Expectations.

Victim card is now banned –

Said my conscience in the awkward meetings,

Held by the system of desires,

So here I am doing nothing but observing everything!

The woods are calm, 

But for you to know they are secretive. 

The stories of my jungle may jingle your thoughts,

But believe me, I am here only observing!

Silence plays the role of sound;

Some may as sweet as the chirping of cuckoo,

And some as frightening as the roar of lion.

Believe me, I am only perceiving, growing, doing nothing.