Solitude is a Jungle, my journey into eternal silence, but when I enter into the silence, I am shocked it is a world of noise, all types of noise, it has the chirping of little sparrow, it has the roar of a lion, looks like the jungle is full of all the animals, I travel deeper, and wander into the world of trees and shrubs, but even there, it is more noisy. I run again and reach a stream. I believe here I will must get the solitude, but no, the spring is singing its own song. The gushing waters is making all the animals happy and pleased. I run more deeper into the interiors of the jungle where it is supposed to be pitch dark, no sunlight ever peeps in, even there is the Hiss of the Dark and crickets are busy playing their orchestra incessantly. I look at the sky, there is Sun light, it is so intense, I close my eyes, even then the brightness has filled my vision. I wander into the sky riding the sharpest and brightest ray of light, I feel like a Cherubim. I suppose I am travelling at the speed of light, so there will be no sound, but no, even speed is not immune from the noise of Jungle.
I honestly don't know why I wander. My spirit has an unrest, it is on the move, Flying over the Jungle, it looks so pretty, even the clouds are so cool, so many lives, so many lives again, Have you ever been on a hilltop where you see the journey of your life, all the past, present, and the future. It is the journey from the dark tunnel of mother's womb to getting back to elements, again same, so many times, I commit same mistakes again and again, do same things, never change, May be such is the illusion of this life.
For a moment I want to Stop. I want all this to come to an End, Let my wandering stop.
