Thoughtsmith

… feelings & thoughts, scripted in fonts …


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561. Still in School..

Grades are nothing..

Nothing are schools..

Days and phases of Life..

Every single moment..

teaches us new.

..

Every night brings dreams,

Every day dawns upon us,

A new hope to live them,

Won’t find a school, better than this,

Without bags, without uniforms.

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Every meal, our school recess,

Every leisure, a free period,

Every person, a new assignment,

Every situation, a new project,

Every stranger, a new subject.

..

To deal with,

To manage them,

To keep on being promoted,

By working full on..

for our self development.

..

Never think..

you’ve finished schooling, ever..

Even if you are or not..

In or out of your college..

Till we all keep breathing,

We’ll be in this school, ever..!!

..

We may leave school..

But school will never leave us,

We all, the Light’s little children,

will always remain in school,

as mere school goers..!!

…………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•

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560. Thinking aloud..

Inspire others..

But not with words mere,

With actions, your own..

As actions speak louder,

But they always speak..

Silently, much much more.

Time, odd..??

Can’t digest it..??

Take time..

May be more time..

May be, need some more..

Till, time gets bored..

And away it goes..

Leaving you alone,

To deal with your self, own..

For you, to bounce back,

Yes, be sure to know that..

You’ll bounce back,

Till your inner voice roars,

With your Will’s full galore..!!

………………………………..πŸ’•βœπŸΌ


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559. My Wise Friend..

A new phase of life,

I’m entering..

A new chapter in the book of life,

Before me, opening..

A new page, I turn over,

To find what’s in there,

Hoping against hope,

No more odds, but nope,

if no odds,

how to know my strengths,

how much can I take..

how much I can cope,

So, the more YOU beat me,

The better for me,

Every whip of yours,

A new challenge for me, now..

Loving this new game of chess,

Before your turns, my steps bow..

O wise one, O YOU,

My friend, before you, I bow..!!

………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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557. A Goodbye…

Pupils,

outshining their teacher,

proves the teacher, best.

Today, I reconsider,

sometimes,

some good friends prove to be,

some best teachers too.

So, ‘Goodbye’ to..

the one, who only taught,

how to bid one so..!!

…………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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541. The Search…

Mornings arrive,

Arrives with hope,

With love, to love more..

But with hope..!!

Nights visit..

To meet the mornings,

With love, to love..

To meet hope..!!

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But, do they arrive, or it’s we,

who visit them everyday..??

We’re running day and night,

After the sun, the moon..

With poems and songs everyday,

Not they..!!

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They’re just there..

where they always were,

The sun, the moon,

And all the stars,

With ample love, to love..

And more than enough hope..!!

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We’re going on running,

on a revolving and rotating globe,

Running here and there,

Moving all around to and fro,

With love, to love..

Searching all along, for hope..!!

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We’re running day and night..

After the sun and the moon,

Without a single idea on..

Where do we want to go,

But, in search of love and hope..

where do we actually go..??

………………………………… βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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537. We, the dancing rivers..

Eventually, sometimes,

our circumstances..

make us all,

do the things..

we tell others, not to..!!

A time in all of our lives,

surely arrives..

which moulds us enough,

to change..

our natural selves..!!

As the rivers, searching the seas,

flow in different directions,

in different patterns,

different ways..

to finally join the ocean..!!

We also dance around..

in search of that ocean,

in all different directions,

with different thoughts,

different ideas, in varied ways !!

Will finally, make us all..

join the eternal ocean,

that one ocean of souls..

our ultimate love,

the Supreme Soul above..!!

……………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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535. Enraged against Fakes..

Copying words from the net,

Posting in their own sites,

No courtesy left, at least..

to thank the Google search,

Or to boldly announce..

That thier posts aren’t created,

They’re collected !!

When people point out,

They just end up..

Deleting their truthful words,

Getting appreciations,

Enjoying applauds and likes..

Playing with people’s innocence,

They forget, while they cheat others,

They cheat themselves the most..!!

Cool down, Creative World,

Let’s carry on with our creations,

Thus enjoying our own passion..

For our own God gifted art,

Time will answer them,

Let them go on,

With their own addiction,

Of faking the innocent lot..!!

………………………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•

( This is the way..

The Typewriter tries,

to cool its rage..

against such fakes.

πŸ˜œπŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰πŸ˜„πŸ˜„..)