Thoughts

Thoughts

Fragments

Rooted in a fragment of your ash,
I draw the shape of my own fragment.
Dwelling in the words of your hearing,
I find ruin inside my words.
Am I burning, or being burned,
am I searching, or being searched for.
Somewhere, sometime,
my own ash may write that story.
And on this same shore,
we may meet,
while I draw the shape of your fragment.

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असिमित

सोचै सोचको भुमरी छ,
सोचै सोचको दरबार,
सोचै सोचको महल अनी
सोचै सोचको घरबार। 

बस एक सोचकै त छ ब्यापार। 
आउ एक सोच अब तिमी सोच,
एक सोच म सोचौला। 
आखिर सोचमै त छौ तिमी सिमित,
आउ तिमी मेरो सोच मा, 
म तिमीलाई असिमित बनाउछु।

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Processing…

A great love story feels like an aspiration.
Just like diamonds.
Shining with million rays.
But the magic is in the process.
Every reflection that a diamond reflects was not
meant to, it was made to.
Two soul meeting is universe’s choice.
Being one is the process.
Becoming great is the reflection.

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Heart Mind Thoughts

2 Shades

I have come to realize;
there’s two shades of you.
One that my mind creates and the
one where my heart reciprocates.
One that has kept me walking
from the misery of those thoughts,
to the one float-breating over
these sinking hearts.
I have come to realize to this day.
These shades have let led me sway.
Whether or not we feel like we are Away.
Why do I feel like there’s always A-Way?
Let’s change the science of darkness to be seen.
I choose to colour those shades:
one purple and the rest would be green.

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Big Innings

In a Journey of wild islands,
each one feels new.
Big logs to big folks,
Big talks to big shots,
everything shiny, everybody polished.
And I’m just diving in an uncanny
finding the fin that fits me,
riding the skin that suites me.
countless starts but what wins me?
Murmuring in the mesh, I feel:
It’s not about beginnings,
it’s about Big Innings.

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Heart Soul Thoughts

Salient Silence

Do words really matter?,
when the silence is all I want.
Not the one when hearts faints.
But the only when soul mates.
Not the one when voices blocked,
But the only when lips locked.
Not the one when entanglement sucks,
But when the lonely flourishes flocks.
My words seems stuck to commute.
But silence can move you,
even when it’s mute.

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