… feelings & thoughts, scripted in fonts …

656. Out of Mind..

All my chores done, responsibilities responded,.

a few minutes of ‘Me Time’, felt like cherishing with myself,

sitting blank with fixed eyes, on the home screen of my mobile,

scrolling down, searching, what’s in my mind..

on which, something I can think and I can scribble..

to relieve myself from my overthinking stress level,

something, to lighten my heavy Mind, something simple,

but, fingers weren’t at all ready to move and type,

opened WordPress, and my Mind happily went through all..

read and asked all your pending posts, in my Reader section,

they all smiled at and altogether suggested me..

to scribble down whatever came to me, naturally..

so, I started playing randomly with the keys, and I..

typed and typed all the alphabets haphazardly,

finally, when I checked, to find out, what all came out..

the height of mindlessness is here before you all..

this happens when Thoughtsmith and its Typewriter aren’t in sync..

when both are totally out of their Thoughts and Keys..!!




630. Love’s Test…

Loved a Love once silently, but opted not to speak it out..

..decided of loving in silence to put my love’s genuity to test..

..if only it comes back, then only its reality be attested.


Yes, years later, it came back to me certainly.. came to me on its own, without knowing, I was the one,

..who shot on him, my love dipped arrow first, silently.


Yes, to me, it came back like a boomerang.,

..proposing me, to consider him, as my love’s dove..

..unaware, he was already there in my dreamland..!!

Somehow, things, how I dreamt, didn’t turn up.. my feelings, to him, I never ever opened up, but..

..feelings reach their destinations silently, for which I was more happy about..!!


So, by this, one thing I got to know…

..Love, silently follows Newton’s third law too..

Love, has an equal and opposite reaction, when true..!!


Till date, knowing this much, I’m the happiest.. silent love attracted My Love’s attention, in silence,

..silent love, always original and genuine, proved hence..!!


( Extracted from a real life incident.. Just for laughs, and for some change.. πŸ˜†πŸ˜† )

619. The Talkative Me..

So much noise inside..

So much noise in me,

Sitting quiet to meditate..

But can’t focus on one point.

So much noise inside..

So much noise in me,

My ‘me’ talks nonstop..

It talks continuously to me.

So much noise inside..

So much noise in me,

I forget to talk to others outside,

I’m so much engrossed in me.

Question myself..

And search for their answers,

Answer myself, while..

Search for their questions again.

God, while creating my brain,

Must have forgot then and there,

To take his question paper

Out from my brain.

Hence I carry on my days

Talking nonstop to myself,

While the world finds me quiet

I’m talking nonstop in my brain.

…………………………. βœπŸΌπŸ’•

592. The Typewriter…

I’m having a mini Typewriter,

Which came to me..

From my first man, my father,

Which was handed over to him..

By my grandfather..!!


As a child,

I used to admire it a lot,

Never knew, one day,.

It’ll be, the..

User name of my blog..!!


To me, it’s very very precious,

Very very close to my heart,

As it’s the only thing,

Indirectly, I inherited..

From my grand dad..!!


Not to part with it,

So, preserving it..

Attend to it very carefully,

Without any idea..

what to do with it finally..!!


Time rolled..

My grand dad, away he passed,

More time fled,

My dad also breathed his last,

Leaving behind, their touch,

Their words, their Typewriter..!!


Now the machine sits quiet,

Observes me, its owner,

From the rack’s corner,

While it’s dusted, cleaned,

At regular intervals..!!


Its keys..

Keep on asking me silently,

“Why do you love us..

Why you still look after..

Why care for us so well..??”


How to reveal, not the machine..

I love my forefathers’ touch on it,

The only game, eternally I love,

With the letters, the alphabets..

And the cute little keys,

To voice out my words with..!!

………………………. βœπŸΌπŸ’•πŸ˜‰πŸ˜„


473. Our Weapon..

We, the silent ones,

You know,

We’ve our own secret weapons,

Which unknowingly scares people,

Ask me, what scares them..??

It’s our simple Pen !!



468. A Unique Wish..

Have never stayed in a hostel ever, nor in college as well,..

did my studies all through, as a day scholar, from home itself..!!

But used to listen, still now hear, lots of hostel experiences,..

from friends and acquaintances, about their life in their hostels..!!

How they enjoyed their daily life, away from family, along with friends,..

how they learnt, how to deal, alone in life, from hostel life..!!

Everytime I listen to them, I miss, I dream, of enjoying life, staying in a hostel,..

but as of now, there’s no scope left, other than an old age home, for my wish fulfillment..!!

So, acquiring the courage, one day, very earnestly, I pleaded my son,..

that, once I’m old, not to worry, but to drop me in a good old age home..!!

Neither with any bitter feelings, nor any grudges or complaints within, did I request,..

to let me, enjoy my life, my way, for the first time in life, guardian less..!!

Chatting, all of us, with bifocals, with various types of people, mostly with dentures,..

some with hearing aids, some with walking sticks or with pace makers..!!

Where, our problems, same, complaints, the same, sharing the same doctors,..

to feel young, free and active, whilst feeling each other’s pain, quite a bit better..!!

Staying within a family of young people around, may make one feel more sick and old,..

but staying among the same age group, may make one feel, quite a bit bold..!!

This, being the crazy way to stay less lonely, in a crowd of same frame of people,..

at least, won’t stay deprived anymore, of fulfilling my dream of living in a hostel..!!


( Always in search of positive approaches from negative environments.. making way for tears, bursting out into laughter..) πŸ™ˆπŸ˜œπŸ˜‚