Theatre Of Mind Poem by Ajit Das

A room looks empty in the engulfing dark,
but the morning light streaming in reveals the decor:
chairs, desk, bed, tapestries filling the space
with subtle touches of taste and elegance -
a soft ambience created by mental hues, tones.

Wordless silence seems empty, yet is the source
of poetry: a phrase, a simile, a metaphor emerging
from deep silence, resonating in every layer
of the depths with the potential of a credence -
the distant horizon, azure, beckoning, reachable.