Thoughts

a poem by

Nishitha Faisel

I thought and thought
but in vain.
What is it?
None could discern- neither me.

He asked me ‘what?’
I was quiet.
Calmness strewn all over
gazing at my thoughts.

Thoughts have pronged
to obscure the state
which made me comprehend-
“no way out.”

My mind was numbed
owing to gratuitous thoughts-
which need to be dumped
deep down the drain.

Once again,
I thought and thought
but in vain…