Ideas and thoughts strike the mind
In the lavatory and in places that no one would ever believe
At midnight and at times when I dine
When in the shower or when half asleep

At such odd hours work my mind
To jot my thoughts, handy, no pen or pencil I find
And consider recalling the thoughts after awhile
But strange is the mind, and is not always agile

My mind wonders and keeps on pondering
So aimless, pointless, and sometimes absolutely meaningless
Visits unknown places and keeps wandering
It’d have been better if I was always physically senseless

Sometimes the mind struggles with my heart
And the battle is mostly by the mind, won
The heart’s desire, the mind thwart
Wish mind had a heart of its own

Mind is selfish and is often not right
Although, the mind’s process appears to be brilliant and bright

That may take us to a certain height
Heart speaks of feelings in a manner, very straight.
But oh, mind is firm with its might
That by no means bring to me any delight.

 Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS