When he walked into that empty room,
he had no pictures, just a blank black page.
A plane without a wave in his mind
neither shifting, nor curving or bending.
Into that spacious box, he walked,
and then, started to travel through it.
He encountered an infinitesimal sized window
on that wooden plank and he peeked.
Suddenly all those reflections from the past
came straight at the top speed known.
He sat quietly, and hoped to understand
the point, that had started dispersing.
Ubiquitously assimilating the colors
and thoughts flowing through his mind.
Moments never occurred;
only a single picture was enough.
From some, he drifted and shifted.
With some, he curled and bended.
On some, he stepped and stopped.
To some, he absorbed and observed.
Like the tail of the raindrops, piercing
into the deepest ocean of moments.
The rays, iterated and returned to oscillate
in the untouched blank black room.
Now the empty room is filled,
with the colors that are known so far.
Now he has started to revere for reverberations
along with the uncountable other desires.