This deep dark desire of penning down my most conspicuous thoughts always arises at a particular hour...the hour of surreal silence piercing through my heart, sensations and soul...the same that wanders in darkness tirelessly at stretches. And so when a mighty beam of light strikes at, it reflects and engages itself in the most authentic activity true to its being...analyzing its justification for being...putting the body at unrest...for the carrier is deprived of its lascivious wants in a jerk ... like a lover who departs leaving behind just a goodbye note in material. And then this deprived soul goes for hunt...unwilling to come back without finishing its quest...quest for reason ... quest for its lover . When it feels illuminated, becomes devoted because more often than not, many of its like are only traveling from one chain of thoughts to another...losing in a labyrinth leading to nowhere ... elongating the distance from the departed lover . But, it doesn't stop...