There goes on a wild dance within the boundaries of my head;
At once, a bunch of thoughts emerge, and to every inch they spread.
I sigh and start pondering over which one to pen down first;
But just as I open the gateway, I face their astounding outburst.
"Can I go out before them all?" I hear a newborn thought squeaking;
Then comes a louder voice, "I'm the oldest. To me, so mean you're being!"
I hold my head exasperatedly, "I'll let each one of you out, I swear;
But only if y'all cooperate, and decide to make some peace in there!"
They squish and squash through the little exit, to come onto the paper;
Forgetting it's my mind they're dealing with, and tiredly I waver.
I begin choosing them one by one to come out and create their magic;
And am quite surprised by the variety, some being joyous, while some tragic.
I first let go of the newborn thought, for I know it might be short lived;
I coax the old ones to stay a li'l longer, for they'd give the creation a lift.
Moments pass by, I look at the final fruit, when it's all said and done;
They are satisfied of getting a chance, oh, I couldn't have left even one.
I see as they sail in the form of words, and realise that the trouble was brief;
The uproar created in my head was nothing compared to the concluding relief.
Then close to my soul, I embrace the precious gems of my treasure;
For it's their contribution to every creation, that turns all the fuss into my pleasure!
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Silent Musings
PoesíaHighest rank: #31 in poetry Long and short, these are the thoughts which my heart expresses and leaves its traces, only when my hand holds a pen, making these musings my safest haven. Cover credits: @MyWordsDefineMe
