Some fragile evaporate away.
Seeming beauty in some seem to sway,
Teeming ones loose in a bay.
Puffed ones drop but in ash-tray,
ruffled thoughts slow down soft to slay.
Unknown always sleep in the day,
Known run restless in its own way
Thoughts press hard,
Thoughts Lull soft.
Thoughts pull down,
Thoughts push up...
11 comments:
It is most realistic poemtry, I never read earlier.
Excellent work. Keep it up.
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Hi Gayathri,
Came here after reading your thoughtful comment on suicide in Tilotammas blog. Just wanted to share my initial impression..seems like a very impressive blog..would get back again nd read ur kavithaigal and kathai/katuraikal.
Best regards,
Magesh
lovely poem!...kind of justifies 'A man is what he thinks.'
@Gopi
thank u Bhavji!
@Magesh,
Welcome to my bloghouse Magesh.
@Mary,
Firm and good Thoughts make..but thinking them is left to us.
Well written about Thoughts.
Puffed ones drop but in ash-tray,
ruffled thoughts slow down soft to slay.
Unknown always sleep in day,
Known run restless in its own way.
wunderbar!!
Thoughts press hard,
Thoughts Lull soft.
Thoughts pull down,
Thoughts push up..
guess u wanted to write more.. but the element of incompleteness adds beauty to the poem..
good one...and as solitary reaper said there seems to be more thoughts waiting to be written down...
@The solitary Reaper and Ashok,
Yeah thought of writing more..Then left it unfinished.
Very nice one Bhabi
- chaitu
Thank you Chaithu!
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