Poetry
My Thought-wheel
Hey Thoughts,
Please stop running wild all the time
be still for a second instead of running
across meadows and hills like wild mustangs.
I can’t rein you in
and keep you still.
Dear thoughts,
rest awhile on one shore
and not skip over the seas,
I need to be present
and answer to some needs of the moment.
Hey thoughts,
Sit still in the silence of the night,
don’t fly out through the window
to mingle with the stars
or like birds that soar in the sky.
I can’t bring you back like a kite
with a string to control its flight.
Hey thoughts,
I wish at times
to have a leash in my hands
to keep you from straying wild,
but my gypsy soul would be discontent
with her wanderlust gone.
So, my thoughts
I love you as you are
just don’t get lost
and land me in a ‘no-mans’ land.
Tulip Chowdhury writes from Massachusetts, the USA.