Thoughts

A clean sheet of paper
A wiped slate
A clear sky
A thoughtless mind

My thoughts intrude then
Into my mind
Into the paper
Into the coherent

My thoughts now invade more space
My mind can’t hold them back anymore
They need expression, release
They need to be shared

The perfection of paper altered
White affected by black
Perfect imperfections
Coherent incoherence

A set of completely unrelated ideas
Searching for the ever allusive harmony
Finding it then losing it
While I blurt them out on paper

Found and lost the coherence
I stop to think hard
The reason for the lack
The reason for the disarray

Too many thoughts
Too less space
Too many ideas
Not enough time

When many search for the clear sky
The serene mind
The white paper
The clean slate

I harp on my thoughts
Weighing them
Sieving them
Writing them expressing them


Am I insane?
Am I searching for a different truth?
Am I rambling disconnected
Am I realizing?



Too late then I think
The paper is no more white
The slate written upon
The cloudy sky and the crowded mind

Well, my thoughts
Otherwise fleeting
Have found not coherence
But evanescence jailed in ink

By
Oruganty