To an empty audience of seats,I walk in...
To an ocean of emptiness , I seem to drown in...
While I choose a position with care and thought,
to be in the centre yet not be in spotlight at all...
Then came in pouring were drones and bees,
mindlessly chattering about tee's and tv's...
As a rush seems to take positions all around,
filling in voids giving shape to a crowd...
Once alone i sat ,all proud and composed,
now the noise irritates and my individuality seems lost ...
The fish market uproar is all i can bear ,
but soon enough it gets hushed and sank...
Then came in a lady of knowledge and flare,
which brought about a trans nobody then swayed...
How for an hour she spoke in a monotony,
while others yawned and moved restlessly...
Her arms were thrown in all directions,
while she bordered the class into two sections...
Then she spoke and spoke till her watch could allow no more,
then it got over and all but me disperesed...
I reached the same state of emptiness but queer,
how all she said seemed to impart some gain but
i just sat there looking out of the pane...
My world seemed to exist outside there but now,
all empty it seems to come back...
For days and years we have sat in such rooms,
where people slid in and rushed out soon...
While i have been around these seats for long,
trying to understand the thoughts of them all...
I am blank but impulsive,as i do not see care,
just am here and here for, eternity seems near...
The root of my being here seems to have no beat ,
but still i come early each day, to choose that seat...
