Inception

A thought entered my mind, you see

an idea was born, I couldn’t just let it be

So I twisted and twirled and stretched it around

didn’t stop, till my head was a merry-go-round

of a hundred thoughts riding side by side

and a hundred waiting for their turn outside

With each thought on its very own horse

you’d think that’d be enough dashes, even for Morse

But this thought, much like its brothers around

is obstinately intrusive,

refusing to get down from the merry-go-round

It chooses to play a game of its own

with the thought having thoughts of itself sown

and like bumper cars in a fair,

the thoughts of the thought start to collide

till nothing comes of this joy ride

The thoughts don’t stop, not now, can’t rest

a hundred more placed, ironically, at your behest

one comes, another goes, it’s all such a fuss

up and down and up, like a ride on the Columbus

When comes an idea weird,  and like a tide

takes you on a rolling coasting ride

Left !   Right !   Up !  and  Down !

Where am i? What is this? Why am I running around?

through realms and times unknown you tread

through fantasies and fears, you wonder, you dread

You can’t stop what you cannot see

understand,  your imagination will set you free

for with it, possibilities stretch to the infinite

Fear not! Soar Away!  Like a vagabond kite!

 

A poem on the continuous flow of thoughts that seem to invade our mind, somehow not at our behest but at the will of something inside our minds, a consciousness maybe, i don’t know, but it’s not us, atleast not in the conscious sense.
So this poem is about that stream of thoughts which seem to have a plan of their own and make us a silent witness as we sit back and try to understand what the mind is telling us.

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