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Wednesday, 8 May 2013

Twist A Zero To Convert It to Infinity.


Sometimes I stay awake all night. Writing and trying to fill in the blank spaces inside of me. As I add word after word, they become tinier and tinier but louder than screams. They do not consume the blankness that resides within me, they fill every other space, cramping into nooks and crannies, become tiny in themselves but they leave the empty space as it is, undying; never growing any less or more. The mayhem of the words is so calming, just as unsettling the nothingness is. The shouts of them so chaotic yet so distinct, each word, a sea of thought. Together they become an ocean that flows over the galaxies. But the empty void is still there, the disturbance; the iceberg that wouldn't melt away. It floats along, as outstanding as the words, as silent as their screams. 

It sometimes intrudes with my thoughts so much, I go blind. But then I realized, it’s the blankness that is the root to those nourishing words. It is the one holding onto them so they do not go astray. The blankness is where they birth from. The nothingness is the seed. And it’s there so that the words would never die. As long as the empty void is there, there are words forming, for me to write, for you to read.

 I am the sheets of paper that I fill with my words day and night, but I am the blank pages, too.

-Momina.

19 comments:

  1. This is really beautiful. The actual beauty and bliss lies in nothingness. As a matter of fact, blank sheets fascinate me a lot. And it is the vanity of myself, the vibe and silent nights, which aids into the mind I get for writing.
    Wonderful!

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    1. Exactly! The nothing is the very everything.
      Insomniacs, we are both. The night time silence facilitates our writing skills, I feel.

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  2. Your pieces always leave me hollow with envy and i kinda feel glad that i stopped writing. But i come back wanting to read more. You are inspirational! It makes me wonder what inspires you.

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    1. Thank you so much.
      Don't hide your talents. No one is the best when it comes to art. That varies from person to person. Write again. You'll love it.

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  3. I see some beautiful changes at your blog. :)

    This post is something 'perfect' after reading so long and feeling the same special connection to every word you say, like I always feel.
    Well done Momina! :)

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    1. Thank you, Ph!
      You've been missed so much!

      Thank you, I am so glad you are back. Glad you felt it.

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  4. *reading after so long

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  5. This is so true ... there are moments of blankness that really prove productive !!

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    1. Indeed, and they are beautiful moments, too.

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  6. I used to do that, spare a few minutes everyday and feverishly write, trying to unclutter my mind and jot down things and thoughts and ideas before they were forgotten. And even now, when I begin to write anything, I experience that moment of "blankness" when I take a long gaze at the blank paper/screen and gradually, see ideas forming, rather, rolling out in a mayhem.

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    1. It's like a million thoughts buzzing into your mind but then eventually one portrays itself in blankness and then gradually words star forming, string thoughts, pieces of mind.

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  7. So, so pretty.

    Isn't there just something about the night that sparks the magic in words?

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    1. Thank you, Ghadeer.

      I know. Inspiration does sparks in the dark recess of the night and there is silence to benefit it.

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  8. Love your writing. So easy to read. But "an ocean that flows over the galaxies"? That doesn't make much sense at all. Sorry I am very picky about astronomical facts. Yes even in literature :P

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    1. Thank you!
      Well, then I think you lack imagination. No offence.

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