Note – The following excerpt was written in one go because I forgot what I was thinking to write of. Enjoy! 🙂
Numerous things goes in my mind every second
Thoughts never cease to wander in vastness of possibilities;
Unperturbed from any distraction, realization, revelation,
It creates new delusion of its own;
Comforting, concerning, insatiably curious –
Thoughts which are indestructible,
Because those are intangible;
They are my own, dwelling inside my mind
A creation of my own imagination
some consciously, some subconsciously built;
Yet there they are, because I wanted them to
Tickling my senses, stimulating my observation,
Because I let them do.
But when I get out of my thoughts,
I ponder upon things I was thinking a while ago
Something interesting was there
A fresh perspective was peeking in
I was perceiving the things differently
I tried to play with this organized system
I was creating something new
I was building something never built before
I swapped the arrangements here & there
I was convincing the world about my creation
I was making them believe – it’s better than before.
But it’s all vague in there now.
Those thoughts are pushed aside the memory lane,
It’s all clear – the path, yet hazy to probe
Why can’t I remember what I just thought?
I should have written them down
But I was busy in thinking those thoughts
Visualizing them perfectly
Making each and every segments clear as crystal
So that I would remember them as they are…
How mysterious is this subconscious mind!
It forgets its own creations
Magnificent, marvelous, amazingly built,
Because it is busy in making a new one
One after the other, it keeps its momentum
It forgets because it doesn’t have to remember
No resume, no CV – it has to write it on;
It is set free on its own
Because its subconsciousness resides in ourselves
The very thing that would’ve controlled it
That could’ve restricted it from building those thoughts
The freedom kept it being stronger
Roaring louder, letting its sound prevailing farther.
The triumphant sound of victory,
A victory of innovation,
An innovation of thoughts,
Thoughts of something abstract,
An abstraction about changing this world,
A world which me and my subconscious mind are part of,
A part of my thought that I forgot to write down,
Because I was busy in thinking that,
Now its just in the corner of my memory where I can’t reach.
There are lots of things going in our mind every second…