The canvass white stares without a blink, <br />Waiting without anticipation. <br />The paint brushes have gone idle, and sleep, <br />In their cozy holsters, dry like dead eyes. <br />The Colors are all there, <br />The rainbow looks flat. <br />None of them are alive, all serene, calm and futile. <br />Time which stood still, has evaporated <br />There is nothing which I recognise. <br />I am not sad, neither in pain, nor numb. <br />Perhaps just about to summit the unknown. <br />And find the salt, that gave a taste to my soul.<br /><br />Hardik Vaidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-void-after-a-long-monsoon/
