The unsettling mind...

The things I think in my head all day,
can't make it here even as I try all day.
The thoughts and the ideas and the dreams that come,
come with a slippery slimy mood of their own.
I would think of a thyme that I would sow,
and out of a thyme a gulmohar would grow
the red flaming flowers would dance around my head
bringing back all the memories I have had
Of eyeing the streets lined with them,
And climbing the cars to pluck them out
And i realise what i plucked out was a big toe nail
as I cry and wince in pain and pain
And just as the tear trickles down the cheek
I shudder with a thought of a possibility so meek
of a toe nail that decides not to grow back making me weak
Can, How, Will, What - my mind struggles
And I drift away to making my own magic potion -
A Nail Regrower, ha ha ha!
I bask in the fame and success that follows
of the dames and damsels in distress being rescued
By the secret recipe of a secret potion
of the shiny and happy nails that follow.
And just as suddenly my mind goes back to thyme
And this time out of thyme, a lime tree follows.