Some stick to my mind like a glue
Some make me feel cheerful
Some make me feel miserable.

On some days my mind becomes a couldron of  thoughts,  I can't controll them. I become a maniac.

There are days when my thoughts are sober. I am cool like a pensive saint. I  see divinity everywhere.

Like moving clouds weave different geometrical patterns  in the sky, continuously, thought patterns in my mind change rapidly.

My mind mirrors the sky above.My fortunes in life have been shaped by my thoughts.

Alas! my attempts to become a thoughtless person have been thwarted by thoughts.

While I write this poem, a surge of thought is racing through my mind,again!