No Theme.

Sitting in the black perforated steel chair,

Staring at the blue screen in his hand,

After a hot steam bath with his favourite soap,

With his ears rendered to the themes of GOT

Sat a soul thinking about his life.

There was a war going on, a war

On whom to choose to write

And what to write

The judge was his mind and the war was

Between his hand and his mouth

The mouth wanted to use OK Google but the hand wanted to type.

Finally the mind had chosen,

It chose its best companion- the hand.

Because words stumbled and he felt dumbstruck when he had to talk.

But when it came to typing it was just flawless. He enjoyed it.

The very reason why was able to write this much

Was because his mind had bonded with its best partner- the fingers

Now since he had no theme to write upon,

His over thinking, often daydreaming mind told him,

Think about something to write,

Since the mind was getting inspired by Ramin Djawadi’s music.

How about his life? Asked the brain holding an incomplete file in its hand

The heart skipped a beat,

The mind said, his life is the most difficult jigsaw puzzle I’ve ever seen.

An incomplete puzzle that needs its missing pieces

So not the right theme at the moment

How about his past? The pretty confused brain asked, holding a very heavy file

The heart beat went up the roof.

The mind said, his past is darker than the darkest nights I’ve ever seen.

It is filled remorse and hatred, jealousy and failures.

So not the right theme at the moment

What about his future? The extremely excited brain asked holding an empty file

The heart was confused. Its rhythm was gone and off beat.

The Mind said, his future is as uncertain as the end of this world.

It is the most mysterious ride that I have yet to complete.

So not the right theme at the moment

What about his love, his infatuations and his messed up relationships?

Asked the brain holding a very thin file

The heart was not heard this time

Like a scared child it kept mum with the feeblest beats that have ever been heard.

The chaotic mind scratched its head. It said

Those parts of his life are the failed dirtiest secrets.

And as you know brain, Secrets to the Grave!

So not the right theme at the moment

What about his achievements? Said the tireless crooked brain with a rustic file

The heart ignored it and wasn’t excited.

The shrewd mind said look again in that folder brain.

That folder of his life is the oldest among all.

And completely empty that is yet to be filled.

So not the right theme at the moment

Then what about his friends and foe? Said the brain with a big file

The heart seemed to love it.

The smart mind said, his selfish and introvert nature

Has fetched no love and no enemies

That is a folder that’s almost filled. It is to be deleted soon brain.

So not the right theme at this moment

Then what about the things he doesn’t know to do?

The things that he is yet left to learn, Oh I bet there’s a lot

Holding a big fat chunky file of all times, said the rude brain

The things he fear, and has not even given a chance to do or learn

What about that? Asked the brain

The heart was tired with this.

It knew its beats weren’t enough to face all those fears.

The mind smiled and said, no not today.

To be shamed there’s a lot more things we need

Than what he doesn’t know in these 20 years

The brain grew angry.

There were no more files left to be opened.

No more themes were added.

The pissed off brain said you are a failure.

You don’t approve of anything.

What shall we talk about then?

As the mind was about to reply, the fingers spoke- stop it

I cannot go further. I need some rest.

That’s enough with the today’s story.

Hearing this laughed the mind.

Still the mind knew that it had already accomplished its aim

Of writing today’s story with its companion

And

That was NO THEME.