Emptiness

Every dawn is like fog-
                    - a mist in the eye
that neither fades away nor erupts down...
          ..to the ripples - One Emptiness - of gibberish night
With a pen in shivering hand & ...
              ...few peeled papers across bed,
Morn turns to dusk, dusk into night,
My tea gone cold & I see how time flies
Every dew is like smoke-
              - a wisp - a mist in very eye
Neither it fades away nor ev’n let me befriended with any night.