Thursday, December 18, 2008

Thoughts

hey, on my prev blog entries... sept '07


Thoughts

Random, unlimited, unfamiliar
Undeterminable, unfathomable,
Thoughts-that’s what de are

They define you,
Project you, propel you
Sometimes take you on a magnanimous high
Sometimes just leave you with that unnerving sigh

My thoughts, they are sealed
Behind the powerful fortress-the mind they are reeled
Decipher, decode and then decide
Whether a random juxtaposition they are
Or actually herald the innovation of the new hour.

Thoughts, they seem to fire your soul,
Encompassing the universe you control
Omnipresent thoughts hiding behind this visage
A visage that can camouflage
All dat it can express- the truth or farce

Their dual nature stupefies me,
It makes me wonder, ponder n see
Are these the ones dat shape my life?
Are these the bricks dat build my soul so naïve?

Answers I receive in multitude
But the answer itself lies in the attitude
They are the ones dat shape my psyche
Give it the energy to grab my goal
My thoughts are the window to my innermost unfathomable nascent soul.

There lie feelings,
Feelings uncared for, feelings unexpressed
Feelings just resonating, appearing disappearing.
Thoughts n feelings –that eternal, interlinked chain
The mind and heart to this council seem bound
But love their eclectic freedom so profound!

Thoughts the precursor to joy and sorrow
Predecessor to a tenacious tomorrow
My thoughts have a direct link
With the almighty at the other end I think...
Sanctity and pristinity thus maintained
Away from thinking negative n tainted

I therefore submit my instrument of power
The instrument which I know even possess the power to devour
It still remains instrumental in paving my future
Bright and shimmering is all dat I desire
Scale the new pinnacle, high n higher
Submission to the supreme is only the assured way
Then life will seem like those very thoughts
Metamorphose from what u thought were a bundle of knots
That’s when with joy interspersed, a beautiful journey
thus unfolds….


untill thoughts strike again...
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1 comment:

Avinash Shahri said...

Your poem reminds me of something that i read a while back. A thought is not a random voice. It is a conversation. Not just any, but the one which leads to corresponding action.
Keep writing!