A thought,
grew in my mind from a seed sown,
of a plant that I didn't own.
Another seed grew in your head;
- of the same plant, in a different land.
And seeds there were many.
The little thoughts- whilst we sleep-
assemble, and share, in God's sky.
-they talk of how ridiculous man is;
they cuddle, they console, they cry.
And they become one and the same.
The thought, returns before I get up,
and when I sleep, it again sneaks away.
What use there is,
of personalizing it all through the day..
The thought,
not entirely my own,
makes me possessive,
for reason unknown.
March 19, 2009
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5 comments:
Loved it. Especially the last 4 lines...
This poem looks new and familiar to me at the same time.
:)
I find it a bit lost - in my mind it was better. :(
The previous one.. I liked the way that one came out in words.
wonderful
"The little thoughts- whilst we sleep-
assemble, and share, in God's sky.
-they talk of how ridiculous man is;
they cuddle, they console, they cry."
never thought of 'thoughts' this way ... too good!!!
[Divesh]
Thanks. :)
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