My mind is an inexplicable world An endless tunnel with orifices growing by the sec Gushing thoughts into the brain, challenging its capacity Dreams, desires, wishes, aspirations Dreads, fears, countless contemplations All gnawing at me in the form of thoughts Thought of defeat, thought of distress Thought of desire, enticing the beautiful mistress Thought of winning, thought of ruling While roaming the streets and silly befooling Thought of losing the last penny around Thought of overpowering, all the problems inbound Thought of crying, aging reverse into a kid Rather scare the shit out of people like the giant squid Thought of deceit, while writing down the cheque Thought of submerging, while standing on the deck Thought of getting lost, the chances too seem fair Thought of winning it all, fixating on me, the world’s stare. Thought of getting thrown out of the class, While still walking my way through the underpass Thought of getting a loud promotion to the top While still finishing off backlogs in silence, pin drop. Thought of kissing her on the first date Though still trembling from her tender hand-shake Thoughts even though so occupying and pressing Tell me that I am alive to think Maybe more so than anyone else Getting a gazillion of them as my eyes blink Thoughts traumatize, thoughts torment Thoughts reassure when all hell’s hell-bent Hell-bent to make me think of the nerve-racking stuff in life Though I lay on the cosy couch and think of my ‘soon to be there’ wife ‘Even the thought of a psychiatrist, jeopardises my thought process’ I got told by one of my patients, when his thoughts started making a mess ‘Easy my friend, you’ve got a nice thought there! It’ll make my work tough, but it well makes you rare.’