Thoughts

Thoughts

When I retire to bed
Some thoughts hover over my head
Some directly glue to ceiling
They enjoy overhead feeling
Some rotate along with fan
Turbulent emotions they fan

Some are kind
They fan mind
Some are smart
They fan heart
Some are super cool
They fan soul

Along with body some thoughts stretch out
With fascinating sleep their delicate bout
At last sleep wins the bout
In the sleep they get lost without any doubt

Some thoughts become clock’s hands
They furrow Time’s sands
When they rotate on clock’s dial
With moving Time their trail

Some thoughts glow like night lamp
They truly become my guiding lamp
Some thoughts cling to wall, like hanger
They hang confused clothes rather longer

Some thoughts thoughtless
They make soul an empty space
Some thoughts thoughtful
They fill soul brimful.