I am "Your Thought"

I am the sinner, I am the priest,

I am the child passing the street.

I am a sarcastic laugh, I am a painful thought.

I am the war, which ran the world for ages.

I am the cry, behind the prison cages.

I am in the tear of your mother, as I am in her delight.

I am in the divide of caste, I am in its devotion

I am Just a Thought, A thought of your creation

Then why do you still blame the world for your existence..

Blame it for your defeats and sorrows,

When all of it was created inside your head’s burrow.

I have been the same in Hitler, as I had been in Luther.

I was the same in Mandela, as I was in Stalin.

Yet, the world sees itself in the illusion of this life,

When I am still the same, in the kid studying the under the streetlamp

And the one in the bungalow, pretending to be a champ.

I do not connect to God , I just pretend to be him, when you need him the most.

I make your belief, your superstition and even your response.

But, when you create me then, why!! Does the world have to be responsible?

The truth is that, this world lies inside your head,

It was created there and someday it will end there only.

And if you would have seen, how to create me as a part of this world

Maybe, you would have realized what you always wanted,

A beautiful life and a wonderful world, as its all just a state of mind.

Lying in a hospital bed, as your journey comes to an end,

Even though you think you understood it a bit too late

I would say, ”you have come a long way!!!”