As much as the wind howled outside shattering against the glass and the wood,

the howling continued inside the mind too;

What did it shatter?

It shattered the calmness and the peace inside, leaving shards of thoughts that were running a riot,

thoughts that were running helter skelter, behind and on top of one another;

The mind tried to stop a thought or two when it thought that the thought was in the right direction,

the thoughts though had their own course to take, paying no heed to any control;

Thoughts that were building up inside uncontrolled,

leaving a cauldron that was ready to break;

Sleep was far and so was peace,

the only thing that was near were the few drops of tears;

Where did it start and how would it end?

all that one could see was something near the bend;

Oh! was it a light that was shining far ahead?

a light that seemed so far and yet so near;

In all that noisy clamor that the thoughts were making,

inside was the small flame that was glowing;

A flame glowing as though to say “Hey, I am here to make you see peace and  calm,

it’s only a matter of time before you weather this restless yet thoughtful(l) storm”;

Despite the saying, nothing stopped – neither the restlessness nor the clamor,

but what walked in slowly, ever so slowly, was the flaming, glowing ray of hope…