When I think of thou,
Thou art an ocean -
An ocean, vast and huge, unbounded, untamed -
Home to life, home to love, home to joy and grief.
Infinitely the billows raise and fall - crust and trough,
Emotions in thy heart too peak and then go meek.
As the seasons vary so does the ocean's vagary -
Unpredictable, inconsolable, never at heart - penury.
When I think of thou,
Thou art the horizon -
The horizon, ever elusive, unattained, inaccessible -
Visual illusion, Conspicuous by its near real existence.
However faster approached, as far as it always remains,
As if within the grasp of the explorer, mythical its reins.
Contradiction of logic and reasoning, yet do eyes betray?
Or our own perception denies to get along nature's play?
When I think of thou,
Thou art the streets -
The streets, tangled but colored, crowded, confused -
Full of celebration, hue and cry, sorrow and pleased.
Hoping fortune too shall strode through them, one day
And stay trapped within their sway having lost its way!
Brimming with noise, utter chaos, silence simply subdued;
Yet along the streets is the path to the abode of the learned.
When I think of thou,
Thou art the Himalayas -
The Himalayas, that crown the earth, reach to the skies -
Mammoth in spirit, beyond life and death, unheard cries.
Snow clad beauty on the exterior, Rock hard in the interior.
At times perceived a barrier, at times realized to be a savior.
Stand tall, head held high indifferent to shower or thunder,
As if equanimity flows deep down in the heart, no wonder!
When I think of thou,
Thou art simply a thought -
A thought that pops up again and again, never ceases to exist -
One that haunts me, gives me sleepless nights though I resist.
One that anchors the way I live, the way I think, the way I love.
Though fleets and wavers, brings it to me many memories.
Some I wish would be better off buried and some cherished.
Though I call thou only a thought, what on earth is not!?
