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  • thoughtsprocess 2d

    Who will assure
    that someone will
    find the ultimate
    peace in the
    graveyard
    Because soul travels,
    carrying luggage of
    unfulfilled desires,
    emptiness of heart,
    pain of broken dreams
    and all the negative
    emotions.
    ©thoughtsprocess

  • thoughtsprocess 4d

    Whenever I try hard
    to ignore something
    I close my eyes
    and shut my lips
    But my mind
    shouts and
    my soul feels
    suffocated
    I become helpless
    and eventually
    my pen revolts
    ©thoughtsprocess

  • thoughtsprocess 1w

    Remember the time

    Remember the time
    when we were able to smile
    without any reason
    It was easy for us
    to end the quarrel
    without keeping
    any grudge in our hearts
    We had time to
    watch hopping squirrels
    We were able to see different
    things in the clouds
    We were rich to sail
    paper boats in rain
    We were kind
    to help strangers
    without any expectation
    We were generous
    to share our favourite
    food with friends
    We used to shed
    tears easily without
    being embarrassed
    Remember the time
    when we were not
    aware of our flaws
    We were not conscious
    about our looks
    We were not giving
    importance to financial
    status in choosing friends
    We were not competing
    with anybody
    We were not jealous
    of anybody
    We used to pour
    out our hearts
    without any hesitation
    We were not wearing
    But we were relaxed
    We were full of life
    We were living in the moments
    We were enjoying
    each and every
    little thing
    We were in our true colors.
    ©thoughtsprocess

  • thoughtsprocess 1w

    Writers breathe words
    They live in their own
    world of imagination
    They create their
    own earth and colorful sky
    They erect their castle
    with sonnets and ballads
    They build the wall
    of solitude around them
    When they peep through
    their windows
    and take a glimpse of
    the real world
    their soft hearts can't
    bear the harshness
    of the world
    It is so difficult for them
    to accept the reality
    They get confused
    They try hard to convince
    themselves that
    it is not true
    The world could not
    be so ruthless
    It must be an illusion
    And they immediately
    close their windows
    They are happy in
    their self created
    paradise
    Where there is only
    one religion,
    The religion of humanity
    Where there is only
    one language,
    The language of
    love
    It may seem
    the world of illusion
    for the rest of the world
    But the community of
    creators are happy
    in their heaven.

    ©thoughtsprocess

  • thoughtsprocess 2w

    It is strange
    but true
    I can't force you
    to come and stay
    in my life
    forever
    And at the same time
    I can't remove you
    from my mind
    Your memories
    beat in my verses
    Your existence
    breathes in my poetry
    ©thoughtsprocess

  • thoughtsprocess 2w

    Oh dear
    I wanted to create
    an epic with you
    and you were
    fed up with
    rhyming couplets
    with me
    ©thoughtsprocess

  • thoughtsprocess 2w

    Dedicated to all loving mothers ❤❤❤

    #mothersday #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    The person whom
    we all need the most
    at every stage of life
    Still we do make a mistake
    of taking her for granted
    And we do this everyday
    We show gratitude and apologies
    for little things towards friends and
    even strangers
    But we forget to do the same for her
    She never asks for anything in return
    But it doesn't mean that we should be
    thankless children
    One day is not enough to thank her
    We will never be free from her debts
    We will always be grateful
    for everything.
    ©thoughtsprocess

  • thoughtsprocess 2w

    When I look at my body
    I visualise my soul
    I often think that
    my body is just
    the fabric of
    my soul
    My skin tone doesn't
    reveal the real colour
    of my personality
    My face is not
    enough to show
    my real appearance
    One cannot assume
    from my hair
    what is going in my head
    My beautiful clothes
    never express
    what kind of sentiments
    my heart is wearing
    It is not sufficient
    what my eyes can see
    It is not the reality
    what I guess
    and believe
    I have limited vision
    I can't see beyond the horizon
    I can't hear in vacuums
    But what resides within me,
    my soul
    has no limits
    It can see the unseen
    It can hear in vacuums
    It can catch the frequency
    of the universe
    It can sail on the oceans
    It can fly in the sky
    It has been traveling
    for ages
    It is eternal
    It is immortal.
    ©thoughtsprocess


    #visualize #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    ©thoughtsprocess

  • thoughtsprocess 2w

    When I explored
    the woods within
    I was surprised
    by the inner beauty
    I was lost in
    the deep dark woods
    of my thoughts
    I saw many tall trees
    of my beliefs
    I came across
    the bushes of
    my prejudices
    I saw a big range
    of mountains of
    my expectations
    I was moving in
    my own jungle
    as a stranger
    I was witnessing
    my inner self clearly
    I also found
    the thorns of my ego
    I decided to remove
    them immediately
    I was in search
    of something
    soft and delicate
    And I found the brooks
    of words and verses
    They were pure
    and innocent
    They were flowing,
    singing songs of
    happiness
    I was so
    delighted to see
    the river of poetry
    I saw the swans
    of metaphors were
    sailing on that river
    There were many
    colorful birds
    of my dreams
    flying high in the sky
    I witnessed
    soft silky flowers
    of love and compassion
    blooming there
    They were
    transforming my jungle
    into the garden of heaven.
    ©thoughtsprocess

  • thoughtsprocess 2w

    Soak the quill
    in verdant ink
    to create timeless
    poetry
    ©thoughtsprocess