Void

walking through a dark night

a dark cobbled street

not a single light visible

till

till i saw a dingy bulb through a presumably dampened cracked french window

hunger there was plenty

i elbowed through the glass and entered the room

empty it was

from there i entered another room

empty too

the only lit house was dampened with emptiness

as always

i had reached my conclusion just by the second room

the second page

so i decided to walk through the emptiness

walk through more rooms

that i did

room after room i found lit low watt bulbs but noone there

there were books with pages so damp that they were almost see-through

wooden sculptures with dust

but i kept thinking that someone must have switched on the bulbs

i reached the fusebox only to find that the bulbs were direct

yet they hadnt fused so someone must have lit them soon

finally i reached the only room at the first floor

it had a terrace but to a dark sky

that only room had a paper glued to the wall

the paper read

" so you like so many before you have reached here -

you will go from here too

this is not a haunted house

nor a cured curse

this is lit emptiness

and if ever in life you want to think of lit emptiness

of buffered mutiny

of rampant tyranny

of adjectivised mysery

of a pulse contingent life

and

and

of a lit emptiness

visit this house on the darkest street again

and maybe that time the street is lit

but this house is dark

that will still be lit emptiness"