Thoughtsmith

… feelings & thoughts, scripted in fonts …


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804. My Life, My Lines.

my heartbeats, my breaths..

my thoughts, my space..

my corner, my depths..

my rhythm, my steps..

my tunes, my verses..

my arts, my paints..

my life, my lines..

my real identity..

my gratefulness,

my wholeness..

it’s you, dear..

my account..

my lifeline..

in WordPress..!!

…………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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803. The silent words..

They close their eyes often..

to see each other in them,

The close their minds often..

to feel each other within,

Both shuts up their mouth often..

To hear their voices in there.,

Only to listen to each other,

They put off all the lights around..

To help their inner lights unite..!!

…………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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802. Love, still alive..

The season conspires against them and their love..

But, the weather whispered to the clouds to cover their sky..

The Moon beckoned the Sun to dim, a bit, its light..

The Sun directed the stars to shut their lids and close their eyes..

So that, the lovers can meet each other, after ages, tonight..

They and their yearnings missed each other badly in their lines..

Both of them, still, much under love’s bright light..

They and their love, very much alive, only in their poems, right ?!!

……………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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801. Love you, Love you not..

She diverted her thoughts..

She looked up above..

She felt her love..

For him.

She felt her heart skip..

She got the flavour..

the flavour of love,

of silent love.

She never realised her feelings..

She never tried to do so, never..

She knew, she won’t be able..

To love back so dear.

He being there..

There always beside her..

She knew, she didn’t deserve..

To honour and be his lady love.

She’s so easily in love..

She’s so easily hurt..

She’s not for love,

Love, certainly not for her..!!

………………………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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800. The Sun Follows Its Flowers Too…

Our Being..

being the shadow of our souls,

we aren’t the real ones..

but our Souls are.

The Soul, being our inner Light..

we’re none, but mere..

shadows of our Light.

The Supreme..

somewhere, silently glowing,

it’s our Soul’s guide within,

and we all..

like a bunch of sunflowers,

follow every moment of the Light,

and we know not..

the Light too, silently follows us..!!

…………………………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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799. Not a Drop, Nor a Spark..

Kshiti, the earth..

Ap, the water..

Tej, the fire..

Maruth, the air..

Vyom, the ether..

We’re made of these elements, five.

My earthen part, keeps me grounded,

My watery part, helps me adjust with my surroundings,

My fiery part, adds fuel for my survival, to keep me going,

My airy part, keeps me light and happy,

to help me fly, reaching out, to touch the sky,

Ether, the Space, in me, balances with my attachments,

Not mere drops, we carry the entire ocean in us..

Not a mere spark, the entire cosmos within us..!!

…………………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•