It was just another day, the kind of days we come across often but can still recall very seldom. The sun had begun its daily struggle of traversing the muggy cloud filled skies, only to get time and again eclipsed by the very clouds it was so hoping to avoid.
Sweat was making its slow but sure journey to percolate and form a dark patch on the back; while twisting inside my clothes to escape the sticky wetness; in a blink of an eye, I found myself lost in the byzantine memory lanes of dreams.
A stranger in an unforgiving, sweltering, sun beaten town; walking down the anonymous stone cobbled pathways . His skin long turned the color of mud, baked & etched layer on layer on his face, the stranger looked tired and haggled; only the vitality of his eyes betrayed the exuberance of his spirit trapped in an exhausted, beaten and emaciated body.
A kind heart gave the weary traveler some water; ' and what makes you wander so?' he asked.
The stranger, glass eyes fixed on a faraway horizon, replied in only half a whisper
a something that hides sometimes in my eyes,
a something that I can only see from the corner of my eyes,
a something that runs and hides each time it's seeked,
a something that makes me dream all night long,
a something I have never known,
a something that tantalizes me onto an endless quest,
a something abstruse, taciturn and unwilling to reveal,
unbeknownst to self I chase,
a fading yet clear, distant yet near,
a chimera maybe or maybe a mirage,
destination unknown and thirst unquenched,
like a piper's mouse I chase, deep shadow's of my soul
