Me And My Thoughts (Edited) Poem by Mystic Qalandar

My thoughts—
Scattered in the trenches of the self,
Swaying on waves of hope and despair—
Perhaps they are an endless ocean,
Meeting, parting, meeting again,
Colliding with the shore, gasping in pain,
Then retreating into the silence of the Infinite.

Sometimes they drag me from desolate graves,
Sometimes they shove me into dark caves.
At times I wander their deserted lanes;
At times they dissolve within me.

They've wrapped me—
Like a shroud.
And in this shroud,
I am nothing but a thought.

Am I, too, just a thought,
Molded into the form of existence?
I wish to touch the source of this thought,
To kiss the cheeks drowned
In Mansarrah's cold waters…

But is it possible
To kiss one's own cheek?

Every passing shadow whispers your name,
And now my final wish is—
Not in the trenches of the self,
But in the silent depths of Mansarrah—
To dissolve, and be lost.

— Hope