Have you ever experienced this feeling when there are a million thoughts in your head and you can’t figure out which ones to think about first? And then just when you are confused, some inspiration hits you suddenly and your thoughts start to fall in place one after the other? I have tried to put this feeling into words in this metaphorical poem in which I have compared ‘thoughts’ to a disarranged bundle of threads, first, and then later to a rich brocade fabric that consists of the earlier jumbled threads. So read on and do let me know what you feel about it!
In this little walnut of mine,
There’s a tangle of threads varied and fine,
Wrapped up together in one big bundle,
Each thread trying to make its way out of the jumble.
Vibrant as they might be, of every different shade,
Of blue and gold, silver and red,
Each one unique, no two are the same,
And yet they fit in the same beautiful frame.
Together the weave a fabric so rich,
All tangled threads fitting in without a hitch,
Forgotten long back are the confused heaps of thread,
As they fall magically in place into a brocade.
In this little walnut in our head,
These tangled threads are thoughts a hundred,
They stumble, they fall but get up nevertheless,
And in the end, they always fall in place.
The mind no longer remains a jumble of thoughts,
The coveted crystal clear clarity is finally sought.