Poem: "Nothing" is everything

Poet : Nobody

"Nothing" is everything
Since everything is in nothing.

If there is no nothingness in a room,
Can you keep a sofa in it?
Can you keep your cot in it?
Can you keep yourself in it?
Can you walk or move or run,
Without nothingness around you?
If there is no nothingness, 
You and I will have to stick to wall.
Nothingness is a martyr,
Sacrificing its space for the existence of all.

I love a book.
Not for the writer,
Not for its message,
Not for the rare words poured from the pen, 
But for the egoless space in the page,
Between any two paragraphs,
Between any two words,
Between any two letters.
Because, without space,
All letters and words will join together
And conspire for the murder of the book.

I never enjoy a melodious song
But the silence from which they are born,
The silence Into which they suicide, frequently,
Mysteriously, secretly,  escaping everyone’s notice.
Without silence,  sounds cannot exist,
Without sounds, language cannot exist,
Without language,  humanity cannot exist .
Silence and nothingness, 
The Made-for-each-other eternal couple,
Visit you to wash out your stress.
Keep silent and have nothing in your mind.

I never like the beautiful sunlight,
But the darkness that exists before and after it.
Animals loved it, held no fire, rested their souls.
Birds loved it,  Paid no e. b  bill,  rested their souls.
The whole world rejuvenated with peace in darkness.
Man rejoiced at light,  burned,  danced,
drowned in pleasure till midnight , restlessly.
Was there light in mother’s womb?
Weren’t you comfortable then?
Light cannot live without darkness
And has to die everlastingly into it.
God is permanent
‘Nothing’ is permanent.
Darkness is permanent.
Then which is darkness and which is light?
Which idiot compared ignorance to darkness ?

‘Nothing’ is the answer for all unanswered questions.
Where were you before birth?  In nothing.
Where will you go after death?  Into nothing.
(Isn’t life then a journey from nothing to nothing?)
Where did all trees,  fruits and flowers come from?
From the nothing inside the seed.
Where did the universe come from?  Nothing.
What will they become one day?  Nothing.
(Dear  Shakespeare, how can you say “nothing will come out of nothing. “?
Why do people run madly after money?  For nothing.
Why do people live for?  Nothing.
Anything want to say further?  Nothing.

Nothing is everything
Since everything is in nothing.