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?
