The Farewell Haiku

It has been a year – a year since I first stepped foot in this little studio of mine.Time flies by.

It was a hot day. The room was white, empty, full of echoes, voices of the walls speaking softly to the visitor.

It has been a while, they said.

It has been a while – I took a refuge in this house some years ago, when I was unwelcome by others… embraced me as I slept in its corner.

I prayed that day, years back. It was a first for the house.

I later returned, last year, when it was empty. It has been a while – it has been a while. I had no where else to go again. There was no bed this time. No furniture, no TV, no photos… just a memory, that once, I had been here.

It felt different.

I lay on the floor, placed my wallet and my mobile phone above it, like I have always been doing since I started carrying both. The floor was cold, yet, it did not bother me. It did not bother me that there was no furniture, nothing to live with. I just had the walls, a door, and a key.

I lay on the floor. The lights were off. It was 8 PM. Outside the window, I could see nothing but a black sky. I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath.

Welcome home, they said.

I felt a crack on the tile my fingers pressed against. I smiled. I felt the house, and it felt me too. You will be my home, I said silently. I turned to my side, and tried to read the shadows on the wall.

You slept here the last time, they said.

I did.

It has been a year now. It is hard to say goodbye. Crazy, probably – just a house… some concrete, steel, tiling.

But I would miss “it” – the “it” that people don’t feel until “it” isn’t there anymore.

White paint coats voices
of memories locked deep in,
silent in shadows.

Genesis of Zero

I was born from the egg, and, being coming from an egg, I was shaped like one. But then man came, and said unto me:

“thou art not fit to be an egg. thou shalt be round, and round thou shalt be, and from whence u came thou shalt forget, and hither shalt thou be, all round and, uh, round”

And so I became round, until I was confused with a roman letter O, and, then, a Roman emperor came and said:

“you confuse us, foul number, with a letter O, and from here on, thou shalt be marked”

And I was marked with a stroke, forever scarred.

But then came a tribe from Eastern Europe, and said

“your scar led our people astray, for we have a letter O with a stroke, as well as one with a crown. Thou shalt be unstroked, but thou shalt be made thinner, for us to ensure the safety of our O”

And thin I have become… deprived of all the glory I had once had.

Abused for generations by men, I vowed revenge, and said unto man

“I am the great zero. Thou hath abused me, and I for long stayed silent. But now I exact my revenge unto thee, and thou shalt no longer be able to divide by me. For if you do, thine division will yield infinity, and infinity thou can’t grasp”.

And so man became forever confused, forever abused, and fear me, the great zero… for generations, they tried to understand infinity, and time, and space, but can’t… for I am the great zero, indivisible… and now I rule their science, their machines, and their currency… from an egg I came.. And to an egg I shall return… a full circle of life, and death, a full circle, a zero I am, and a zero I shall forever be.