BLANK and WHITE

I am sitting with an Inkless pen

On the black rocks looking high

To pen the story of existence

Without a myth to defend myself

Days of crystal white sky above

There once I sat amazed and alone

Gazing at the white sky with no fear

As it spread like a sacred desert

Covered by the night smog from distant fire

And spreading its scent of infinity all around

Endless white and unanswered questions

Signs of surrender and peace so bright

All across the white blank heaven

Slowly it dissolved in the mystery

Just leaving a proof of its existence

And giving me unsolved new puzzles

A new one every single time

But in no time its white again

Leaving me clueless and more amazed

Seasons with colours and grey passed

And im still sitting with the inkless pen

To pen the story of existence

Aiming to break silence of the wind

To solve the blankness spread wide

My story of existence will begin

When the white blankness clears

Giving me words and lines to write

Till the day the divine sky clears

Ill be waiting with my inkless pen

Gazing the white sky spread above....

---Kris