Loads of thoughts and imaginations
No less than a conflagration
Hard to share and hard to part
Used to rip my mind apart
From sun to moon and moon to sun
My head just spins on and on
Around the world as fast it may
Theres always loads, I have me, to say
In words, I wanted them to paint
Alas!!I am so indolent
To block my thoughts, to get it shielded
The capricious psyche, it never yielded
And then it was one mundane day
Fortuity or fluke, whatever you say
“What I want….” I just passed by
Clutched my senses into a tie
Ire, mires, feelings and desires
Every trite thought, everything you aspire
Painted in such colorful hues
A lot of meaning, the thoughts suffused
The flow, the tone, the style, the tools
A wordful symphony, so delightful
Illuminated my fingers to dance at large
To the tunes, the heart wanted to purge
Spawned euphony of the fluttering heart
It smiled and laughed and cried apart
It churned out all the trash and dirt
Kept the person, sane and intact
Not that, still thoughts don’t come and go
You showed the door, but banged it close though
Now they sway in a sinusoidal way
But, you deserve a thanks anyway
Do bead your thoughts just as you smile
Just be happy, go a long mile
Forever, there will be the unseen one
Will wish for the best for all it can
Appreciated or not, whatever the outcome
But hope the point was well driven home
To thou, on your birthday, dedicate this poetry
As Gurudakshina, please accept it from me :D
Signing off
A.M.
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About Me
- A.M.
- Well me!!umm..A tough one to express..but still often the simplest to understand. Love me, hate me, care for me or whatever-if your feelings are sincere, I intend to give back just in the same way. But, mind it, I am not a endorser of the “Give and Take” policy. Cool and light-hearted , blithe and non-chalant, I can just be the Tom every Jerry z looking for or vice versa :P. However, better don’t give in to my grave countenance, looks can indeed be deceptive!! Not someone who likes maintaining too high profile, but yeah, wanna be the best in the limited edition (if it is at all something that you can interpret). The temper of a tempest but still the master of jest, I love breathing the air, singing the song, gorging on the food and being lost in my own dreams and basking in the glory of something that’s god-gifted- Life . Happiness and cheer is my USP. And my recipe. Well, a lil hard with my ego and sensitivity at times, but I think that’s better being ignored. The most self-contrasting package, may not be complete, but just about optimum, that’s me . Be my friend and you will never regret, and if u do, kahani abhi baki hai mere dost ;)
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