Modern Poetry

​Read it, slowly…

Let’s start with drama in a box,

Only your imagination can outline it.

Imagine a box.

What shape did you imagine?

No, not a cuboid, you can do better.

Will it be made of wood?

Can it be made of anything at all?

Now,

What will be inside that box?

Of course you, being the doer.

And of course darkness, because the box is way too bigger than your knowledge.

In this box of vast emptiness,

Where your voice can echo throughout eternity,

You’re standing somewhere,

Don’t think in the center, you can do better.

You can see, but there is nothing to be seen,

You can smell, but you can’t identify,

You can breathe, but you aren’t aware of it,

You can act, but you don’t know on what!

A day passes, lonely and gloomy,

And you realize you don’t feel hungry in this box,

Another day passes, trying to touch nearby things,

And you realize that there is nothing to be touched.

Another day passes, you decide to end it,

You strangle yourself with a hope to die,

Alas! This can’t just pass by.

You run around in many directions,

Finally loosing hope in all actions.

While lying in transverse in thought’s womb,

You see a ‘firefly’.

Its humble light delicately touches your eye.

Playfully carving its path in the darkness,

It seemed certain of its destination.

Would you not rise to start following her?

For light years, you do,

Hiding from it, keeping a safe distance.

You see her stop, you her look,

You see her dazed and confused,

Still you continue with nothing better to do.

A long time you’ve spent in this nothingness.

A time so long that you want answers now.

For the first time, in one or many light years, you’ve lost count,

You face the firefly instead of following her,

She is shocked, but not too much.

You ask her, “Where the hell you think you are going?”

A little shy, she replies, “I saw a firefly once, and I was looking for it”

And joyously expresses, “Now I’ve found it.”

A feeling devastatingly beautiful and hopefully sad you experience.

You ask her, “Now that we have found each other, what shall we do?”

“Now you should stop imagining”, she says.