Thoughts.

When the strongest belief and the deepest desire dies,

There are thoughts; there is truth; that otherwise just hides.

You wonder in this simple world if there is a scope for depth,

Or behind the deepest thoughts there is a simple idea left!

In your brain suddenly a war comes to life

All these thoughts fighting inside the hive

Even a single thought can lead to a volcanic burst

Shaking ideologies and breaking trust

That is the power of thoughts, still it's beautiful to think

The most beautiful thought about thoughts being: finding links

In every usual we can see something special

In every perfect we can find a flaw

In every regular there lies something critical

 And every obvious is driven by some law

Strangely this world of thoughts is different in each mind

No common picture you can ever find

And nothing in the brain is wired in isolation

Every thought has a long list of relation

How one thought leads to another?

How do these relatives find each other?

Isn’t it interesting to just observe thoughts flow?

All of them passing fast yet significantly slow

This pyramid keeps building itself

In that small space by adding new shelves

How some things one finds intriguing

And others just leave imagination hanging

Why I think what I think

Thousand thoughts in a single blink

How do I decipher what I feel and see?

Most importantly, is the process error free?

Isn’t it beautiful the way we are wired?

How our brains never get tired

How will the pieces of this puzzle perfectly fit?

Am I driving my thoughts or it is just the opposite?