ON ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

Behind the eyes that see, lies the mind that lurks –

And I can already, see the symptoms of a smirk.

While the one fabricates on a new design –

Your eyeball has already moved to the next line.

Impatience, at trying to get to the theme –

‘Dilemma’? or maybe ‘a poet’s dream’?

But you still, read on, and ‘marvel’ at the rhyme –

(in the month before exams? This guy surely has time!)

Blame it all, on the impulses of my virile pen,

That my heart propels, to the virgin paper, again.

And while your eyebrows, get entangled at the metaphor and wonder – ‘why’?

I’ll give you a hint, and then, you can try.

Cos’ when life is a bore, and there are no songs to sing,

A sonnet gets written on Absolutely Nothing.