During the time I was at the Morrisville
I led a life that led me to nothing
I did nothing except eating, watching, observing, listening
Did I do nothing, or, what I did was worth doing nothing
I wasn’t trying to arrive at something, for sure
Is that the reason, I thought, I was doing nothing
Why do something, when doing nothing is so relaxing
I did what I wanted to do
I saw VIBGYOR in the sky that led me to believe
That every truth has its own colour
Then all truths merge into one truth
And that truth is one’s own truth
‘Nothing’ is a truth
It is an amalgamation of many truths
There is nothing that is nothing
When a wise man says nothing, he says many things
When a teacher awakens curiosity, he is teaching
Beauty is beauty, if it needs no explanation
Dress is no dress, if it can’t hide, or reveal
There is nothing that has no purpose
A reader asks a bookseller, where is the self-help book section
The bookseller replies, if I tell you it won’t serve the purpose
During the seven weeks, I was with my daughter
Thanks to her, I got a chance to step into me, with no purpose
When I stepped out, I found the purpose
Perhaps, serenity of nothingness happens
When everything drowns in nothing