THOUGHTS NEVER BEEN THOUGHT

  

   I can choose my words I can choose my acts but all I can’t choose are my thoughts. Thoughts are one such things which are uncontrollable. There are thousands of thoughts lying within a person that he/she does not know until they hit their intuition.

     When I hear my thoughts, I overhear things that are true as well as things that are completely random. And I wouldn’t know one from the other. It drives me insane. What’s true? What’s not? A million ideas, but what do they mean? Every answer comes with a one query. Being lost in thoughts never been thought. But that’s not for me to give up it is for me to bounce back.

   Memories or dreams are always like hide and seek. Buried deep down are numerous thoughts awaiting for a retort. Memories we wish never happened or nightmares we fear to live are hidden under the cloak. But they are always there and hit back as thoughts. Every bitter experience has a memorable moment may be every dread full dream has something good encased. 

    We seldom make an effort to stop and listen to our instinct. Our subconscious calls for a new beginning for a chance to discover oneself. But most of the important thoughts are often unspoken and barely understood.

  Make a way through the darkness, listen to yourself. Where you stand and where to go? Let go but hold on. Hold the memories but dream high. Always find yourself from the thoughts never been thought. For, "our thoughts create our world".
    

Deep down the darkness around,
There are millions of words unheard
Fragments of the feeble mind search around
For the thoughts never been thought.

There is always a choice to be made,
The hardest part is the repercussion to be paid
Every mistake calls for its wrath
Under the thoughts never been thought.

Groping along through elude thoughts
Finding a new me on my every walk
Searching for the place I belong
Lost in the thoughts never been thought.

Like the waves that hit back the shore,
Every twinge bounces back with a roar
Numerous mysteries hide under the cloak
Behind the thoughts never been thought.

              PASSIONS  BURNING  ON  THE  PYRE

Broken dreams and drifted thoughts
I carry them all from the world I lost
I watch over my dreams lit on fire
Passions burning on the pyre

Broken glass will not stand water
Hope and trust all been scattered
Holding back on the bits that shattered
I watch my passions burning on the pyre

There is always, a day to let go
Tired of holding the strangled hope
Walking away I turn back with fear
Passions burning on the pyre

Whenever there is a hope for tomorrow,
There is always a new dream and desire
Faded wishes light up higher
Passions burning on the pyre

                     INSOMNIAC

                Insomnia- Chronic inability to fall asleep or remain asleep for an adequate length of time.. Well there goes the scientific definition of insomnia.. As far as I'm concerned, insomnia is heights of boredom and peaks of joblessness..

               Lately I was suffering from insomnia and was dying to kill boredom.. Out of all my wage imaginations and numerous dreams, I had a thought of writing something.. All I could think was about my long lost sleep which had no sign of coming back.. :P Then I thought why not write about the vex I'm in..

              The darkness of night has its own beauty.. At times being Insomniac gives the pleasure of sensing the aura of the silent nights..

                  Here goes the knot for all my sleepless nights.

Blanketing the night
The quietness sleeps
Catnapping trees shiver with cold..

Hundreds of sonnets
Cuddle on the lips of silence
The eyelids of every thought are heavy..

The roads of the whole city
Wink in the dark
The lights electrify with sleep..

Everything around is deserted
And there is No one in sight
I n my dreams are all alone tonight..

The breeze moves in silence 

As everyone are fast asleep
But Y I'm I still awake..?? :( :P

            

             WHY ME??

                                           In the whirlpool of life we all have our share of blues and joy. Its the matter of time for things to change. Its said "MAN PREDICTS AND GOD DEPICTS". Dreams, wishes, expectations and plans we run behind all of them, but how much ever hard we try destiny is what wins.

                                            Every time we fall we ask ourselves "why me??". But in fact this is what everyone of us think at some point of time. This one is for all those who have ever asked themselves 

"WHY ME??"  

Dreams and wishes, thoughts that stray
All fall apart at the break of ray
Dusk and dawns raise and flee
I stand right there asking myself why me??..


Stuck in the middle of a bout
Joy that plays hide n seek
Every step presages my fall
I stand right there asking myself why me??..


I have my share of dark and light
But every sunset blurs my sight
A dew in the desert is all I need
I stand right there asking myself why me??..

 
Time that heals leaves its mark
Blinded eyes will never love dark
If its fate then there is no one to blame
I just stand right there asking myself why me??..