Monday, February 9, 2009

Thought Stream



Have you anytime imagined how lucid and fluid our thoughts can be? They seem to flow in every possible direction as they don't bother about any hurdles like the free flowing rivers which don't care about the boundaries or territories in which they flow.


Sometimes I get surprised on my fluctuating thoughts. At one time I am thinking something and suddenly there comes a cascade and the flow of my thought takes a twist and changes its direction and then I am suddenly thinking something totally different which has absolutely no relation with my previous thoughts.


But at some other times some thoughts just tend to cling to the back of my mind and whatever I try to do in order to change their flow they just stick in there and try to dominate all my expertise in free thinking. And believe me all my self-control and self-resistance is a joke then.


Other times... when I really want to reason out things then all of a sudden I realize I am devoid of thoughts and that just my mind is blank. That's when I feel sorry for myself and at the same time I get very confused. And that's not a very good situation.


Some thoughts make me nervous racing my palpitation, some tensed making my brows curl, some tired asking me to just stop, some logical making me feel intelligent for the time, some naughty and mischievous, some are tempting enough to explore, some sinuous making me feel devils' own, some boil up my anger, some make me jump with joy, some are crystal clear like a placid lake, some torments like the violent surf and some just have their own way.


Sometimes I go such a long way with my thoughts that I forget what I was initially thinking and how all my thoughts reached the present note... then what I do must sound a little comical and I know you will have a hearty laugh on it but in that case I usually track down my thought stream and reach my initial point. Oh ho!!! you must be thinking why the hell I think and then why do I have to track it down. But I too don't know why the heck I do it even..but I do it every time my thought stream takes a new twist and turn. I know a few of you who read my blogs will conclude either I am out of my wits or that I have too much free time in my hands to handle. But believe me neither is the case and whatever I have written so far is just one of my thought stream.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

I am no poet my dear


Sometimes my intellect challenges me
To quote my heart's desire 
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my feelings form words
To describe them as harsh swords
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my thoughts are raw
To lessen a bit of my sorrow
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my emotions are murky
To vent out the clouds that are smoky
But I am no poet my dear 

Sometimes my sentiments are lucid
To erase the sore that are acid
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my heart just vocalizes
To nurse the hurt that scandalizes
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my senses voice 
To degrade the loathe and have my choice
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my soul inks away
To record the vibes in its full sway
But I am no poet my dear

Words and byword mumble
Into a meaningful rumble
But I am no poet my dear

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I often wonder why I am this way..

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I enjoy the setting sun
Why do I appreciate the moon rise
Why do I get calm by the swift wind
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I like to watch the violent surf
Why do I cherish the view of the patient lake
Why do I love the sound of cascading stream
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I adore the snow peaked mountains
Why do I fall for the green landscape
Why do I appraise the picturesque nature
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I freek out when I am lonely
Why do I crave for lonliness when I am in crowd
Why do I always have to deal with these mood swings
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I sometimes ask silly questions
Why do I sometimes act like a crazy fool
Why do I sometimes behave a bit clumsy
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I often regret my decisions
Why do I generally lack self-confidence
Why do I rarely trust my judgement
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I not savor the blissful moments
Why do I crib over the woebegone days
Why do I sometimes remain so sore
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I always try to escape from love
Why do I not relsih the magic of life
Why do I still wish for more and more
Why why???

This is the way I am from the start
A little determined  and a lot more confused
A little naughty and a lot more charming
A little emotional and a lot more crazy
But my inquisition remains unanswered 
As still I often wonder why I am this way..
Why why???