The eyes,
They see hues of morning light,
Reflected on the green wall,
Emitting a radiance so natural and serene.
An aura full of peace.
The ears,
They hear the chirps of the little birds,
Singing a melody so fine,
Enjoying their day,
Celebrating life.
The skin,
They feel the chillness in the room
Breezing through them,
Alert and cozy at the same time
Does that make one feel.
The nose,
They sense the fresh fragrances
From the flowers in full bloom at dawn.
And the rich blend of delicacies,
Waiting to be relished.
The mouth,
They take the first gulp of water of the day,
Quenching a throat so dried and tight.
Words tremble to come out from it.
They come with such disinterest and no hope.
The Mind,
Unable to process the inputs,
The world tries to feed it,
It weeps there in dismay
Feeling disassociated and betrayed.
A sheer blankess fills the void.
Empty eyes stare back at the green wall.
The melodies of the birds become a deafening doom,
And the racing chilness feels insidious.
The fragrances have turn into laboured breaths,
And the throat chokes on the gulp of water,
While one stares into the blankness of the mind
In reality and oblivion.
A heavy tear leaves the eye,
On the realization that one is an eternal prisoner,
A prisoner of the Mind
And of The Blank Senses, forever.