Thoughtsmith

… feelings & thoughts, scripted in fonts …


599. An Unsung Hero…

I often think, who created us..

This world, who runs,

Nature’s all intricate details,

Everything, so nicely controlled,

All of these, who does..?!!

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Solar family, so perfect, how come,

Who decided the distance of the Sun,

That, though it burns,

It being so far from us..

That, nothing else its flame harms..??

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How the force of gravity,

Keeps the planets moving..

Along with their satellites,

All properly placed,

In their own orbits.

Even amidst the darkness..

Of this whole universe,

No one comes out of their track,

Never ever felt the necessity,

Of close circuit cameras.

….

The activities up there..

Never needed any supervisor,

Nor anyone up there to monitor,

None there to complain..

Against each other.

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All busy, sincerely, honestly..

Minding their own business,

Have you met, ever..

A scientist, better..

Or greater than Nature..??

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To study them, we reached there,

To learn from them, we travelled up there,

Who’s that unsung Scientist..

Whose soulful songs,

We keep on singing here..??

…………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•


598. A Soft Stone…

My heart,..

It wants to be a stone now,

To stay untouched, unattended,

To remain unaffected, unturned,

By any movement around,

It wants to be a stone..!!

Tired of reacting to events all,

Exhausted it is, while going on,

Getting to feel each and everyone

It wants to be a stone..!!

Not ready to see anymore,

The Mind breaking into pieces,

But to get Peace of Mind..

If not full, at least some,

It’ll be more than happy..

To turn into a stone..!!

…………………………. βœπŸΌπŸ’•


597. Friend Indeed…

We crave for the ones,

who all,

we find around,

all beings, mortal..

all transient,

they go away..

one fine day, they disappear..!!

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But the One, who won’t..

we ignore,

as we can’t see,

the only One,

always there..

going to stay,

with us, forever..!!!

……………………… βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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596. Simply Yours…

Your heart..

Isn’t yours, at all,

If you give someone,

The right to hurt,

Because, a heart only gets hurt,

From the one..

whom it loves the most..!!!

…………………….. βœπŸΌπŸ’•


595. Thinking Aloud…

Up above there, beyond our planet,

So many types of celestial bodies,

Below, behind, beneath,

Some near, some far from our earth,

Some, even in and around our family, solar..

Terrible things going on there..!!

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So much more taking place,

Some surprising, some shocking,

All of which, quite amazing,

In the entire cosmos, awesome,

But, engrossed, we’re always in..

Always, in our own petty things !!

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No idea, we all, so so small..

And so are our problems, all.,

But we’re, so fond of ourselves,

Our credibility only, we count,

Knowing not, what’s going on,

Over, above and around..!!

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Assuming ourselves, all in all,

Love taking credits all,

Big or small…

From every little deed of ours,

Showing all our might,

Only within this planet, Right..?!!!

……………………………. βœπŸΌπŸ’•


594. Moving On, Rising Up..

Met him,

A new part of her own self..

She unfolded,

A new self of her own,

She met..!!

Got him..

Herself, she lost,.

Forgot him..

Herself, back she got..!!

To respect their own selves,

Those who choose to move on,

To them, moving on,

Comes as a boon,

True Love never makes us fall !!

………………………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•


593. The Reunion…

Fifty children, shout and cheer, enter their school, after thirty long years..

Their heartfelt touch, opened the gate, where a new gate keeper bows them a smile,

All of a sudden, everything goes silent, the tick tock of Time machine pauses for a while,

The lush green lawn, the nature around, stares at them, unaware of everything, they jovially pass by..

The old gardener, toothless by now, in total dismay, looks at them, stops for a while..

The plants dance with joy, the clapping leaves, synced with their footstep noise,

The chirping birds, suddenly go silent, started peeping through the trees..

From here only these children used to peep, while playing in school, hide and seek,

The newly born buds ask the flowers, with their twosome curious eyes,

“Who are these, who look grown up, but each behaving like a child..??”

The sunny cold wave, chilling all over there says, brimming with pride..

“Our jewels, back to school, to relive the best moments of life, for a while..

It shows, they haven’t grown up., they can’t ever, no, no, no, they won’t…”

By all their singing, dancing, playing and all the other merry making,

With family and friends, hand in hand, to each other, loudly they promise..

“Let’s not grow up buddies, let’s keep ourselves away from that awful trap of growing up, away from our minds.”

Watch these children, shout and cheer, going back home with heartfelt tears,

Taking back the best of all bonds, the lost moments of life, intact, even after thirty long years..!!

……………………………. βœπŸΌπŸ’•