THINKER'S WORLD

In the dark shadows of night. There is always a dim light. Pushing farther and farther when times get harder. Keeping faith, things would fall in order. You always told me; It's a temporary disorder. It was a mess. But I have to confess. Things were chaotic. Yet, felt so exotic. You inspired to push a little more. When the winds blew hard and tore. Times will never be as before. And I have to say so much more. When I was cold, had no one to hold, I remembered all that you told; 'Keep learning, even as you lose. Giving up, is an option you should never choose.' You gave my thoughts; A steady flight. In the dark shadows of night. It was YOU, the guiding light.

It’s been days since I hid in this remote village. It will be very difficult for them to find me here. The hills surround this village from all directions; people here seldom have any visitors from outside. By that I mean, the last to come was an old man, returning to his birthplace and that was 6 years ago. Natives of this village are friendly and content. This population does not dream of wandering off to bigger cities or towns, they like it here. I cannot tell you the exact location but that’s only to my advantage. Today, the weather reminds me of that dreaded day, when I was being chased by those flesh-hungry dogs. I couldn’t remember who sent them but they were definitely hunting me. They were huge hunters. I have never seen any such before with big and sharp teeth that were ready to dig into my flesh and break my bones into pieces. Their loud bark still wakes me up at night. Salivating, chasing me, and locating me in all my hideouts by following my scent. I am unable to forget...

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.