On one of those nights last week, when sleep was stuck in traffic jam……
What do you say Mr Freud-
About vacuuming this vast void?
Do you ask – what am I vacuuming with?
Well, whatever it is, its not a myth.
How can you vacuum the void –
is that what you ask, Mr Freud?
Why not? its the only one I have
waiting to be thrown out of my cave
Why do you want to? – you might again ask
I won’t try to hide behind your mask
Rides of the void are too hard to Counter
Hence, I want to turn a tactful hunter
Cleanse I shall, myself of the void
Tell me a way out, please Mr Freud
But, why do you ask it again and again?
Isn’t my subconscious thought, Mr Freud, your pain?
(Perhaps, I might continue later)