Thoughtsmith

… feelings & thoughts, scripted in fonts …


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259. Mom, A Daughter too…

When this Mom is with her Mom,

She tends to forget her Son,

The role of a Daughter overpowers..

The role of a Mom in her.

Intends to forget and tends to,

Push aside, the ways of a Mom,

The Son’s Mom sits back..

Helps the daughter in her, go ahead.

Waits and watches,

The Mom in her,

Enjoys the daughter in her..

Playing a child.

Though the Mom herself, is forty plus,

Before her own Mom, she becomes..

Her Mom’s little daughter aged five plus five.

She winks her Son a happy high five..

Infront of her Son and her own Mom,

This Mom tends or intends,

To become her Mom’s darling doll again.

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( This is what happens, when a Mom, plays a Daughter, infront of her Son.. 😜😁 .. Let’s laugh a bit, World.. 😁😁)


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255. Fakebook…

Today our friends..

Messages they send..

Though not they..

It’s their click..

On their smart keys..

Appears on our screens..

Yellow smileys..

Red pouted lips..

Airing hugs..

Designer kisses..

Colourful hearts..

And so much more..

Forget about meeting..

Even our phone calls..

Keep on ringing..

If not needed..

Remain unresponded.

……………………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•

What say World..??

πŸ˜‰πŸ˜


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238. A Laugh on Self…

So kind, you all are..

So patient, all my Readers,

For getting my views,

For noticing my strengths,

Sparing all your valuable time,

Trying to read my mind.

My works, too simple,

Sometimes much boring,

May be, you’re overlooking,

Many of my weaknesses,

The language blunders,

The spelling mistakes,

Strange sentences…

Often I wonder.

I feel ashamed,

When my folks call me ‘writer’ ..

For my half cooked words,

Which aren’t at all gorgeous.

Yes, I’m a critic,

Of my own words,

Not of yours…

From whom I learn.

I love to laugh,

Love to laugh a lot…

On my own words..

But, not on my thoughts.

Yes, I’m conscious,

Of my own creations,

I want to improve,

To learn more from you all.

All are so kind here,

My followers, my supporters,

I feel so humbled,

To have you by my side.

I know not, how to write,

Know nothing about language,

But know only, how to Publish,

Whatever runs across my mind.

………………………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•

So sorry World.. 😜😁


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233. Their Ways…

Her ways speak of her love…

He hates to say he loves,

Her face shows she laughs…

He hates and hides his laughs,

When She smiles…

He smirks,

When She cries…

He winks,

When She thinks…

He blinks,

When She’s cool…

He’s worrying,

When she quacks…

He talks,

When she talks…

Away he walks,

She keeps calm…

He keeps hurrying,

When She hears…

He overhears,

When She looks…

He overlooks,

When She ponders…

“What”, he wonders,

She’s romantic,

He’s materialistic…

Nowhere their ways match,

Nowhere their lines meet..

Still they are somewhere together,

Always there for each other.

“Is this Love..??”

When she reacts..

He opens up,

” O Yes, Opposites do attract !!”

…………πŸ˜œπŸ˜πŸ’•………….


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221. Trademark ‘Me’…

Too curious to explore…

Too restless to know…

Eager to experiment with things..

My ‘Me’ went to a section new..

Opened the section called Settings.

My excited ‘Me’ wanted..

To search for facelift, a few..

For an account, four years old,

Not so glamorous, an ordinary one,

Her only account in WordPress,

The one and only space,

Which my ‘Me’ feels like her own home..!!

Tried to change, for a change..

‘Me’ hurried a wrong key touch..

Trademarked her own blunder..

The space, off it went..

Where you all are to comment..

Her last post, so sorry folks,

Named ‘The Emergence’,

It got closed.

…………πŸ™ˆπŸ˜œπŸ˜˜πŸ€—πŸ˜………….


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179. Writer’s Unblock…

Too much restless, my mind..

Wants to speak out, wants to write..

Too many thoughts, letters, words,

Overcrowding, rather..

Stampeding, all at a time.

Ink outpouring, rather..

Overflowing, from this pen of mine..

Writers suffer from writer’s block,

Thoughtsmith’s pen, lock and unlock,

The thinking mind, suffered both the block and unblock.

Either no thinking or overthinking,.

In both cases, my pen stops inking..

Oops, my paper, oh no…!!!!!

Got soaked, my paper., rather..

Blotted ink, on my paper, my over-inking pen,

Blotted words, over my thoughts, my overthinking brain.

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(Disclaimer : Sorry world, for making you bear all these rubbish..)

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