One thousand thoughts crossed my mind. Yet, the heart is so empty within. Surrounded by a thousand more men. The spirit stays lonely. A thousand blazing torches, yet the soul is so dark. A thousand fine dresses yet reveal the scars. Maybe I cried a thousand times, yet the pain remains. A thousand morning suns, yet the soul sleeps. A thousand miles of plane but the path so steep. Many more thousand names and no identity. A thousand more births to take to reach the divine entity. Died a thousand deaths yet the heart beats. Danced to a thousand tunes and no feet. Answered a thousand questions yet not revealed. A thousand teardrops yet the smile not concealed. A thousand quiet nights with chaos within. I write a thousand times still my thoughts dwell in.
Everyday has a new beginning. The day which passed had something to teach and the new day has something to give. This world always inspires so, just trying to keep getting inspired. Trying to finish something which was incomplete only to find completeness.