They come
Unannounced but welcome.
Surfacing from labyrinthine subterranean receptacles,
From a tortured trickle, eking out a word at a time,
To a tumultous torrent of passages
Twisting, turning, taking a shape of their own.
An impatient outpouring,
Awaiting their turn to be crafted to fineness.
How, I know not,
But they come.
And grateful am I for them.
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Cogito ergo sum. Beautifully written. One can almost feel the music of thoughts in your poetry. As Rumi said “who am I standing amidst all this thought traffic”
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Reblogged this on random rants ruminations ramblings.
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…you can then be the Master sorter and sifter of your thoughts…refining them through a most exquisite sieve…and fine tune them…if you are awake enough! This is sublime Kunal, thank you.
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😄 thank u
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oh yeah, sounds a lot like my “question…” piece. You give them more “life” i think than i do, not that that matters all that much – just a difference in style/approach. i like this- you gotta keep writing!
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Thanks! Of course I’m going to keep writing!! 😊 as must you, my friend!
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Beautiful K. Yes ever grateful for those infinite thoughts….else the pen will go absolutely dry!
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True! Thank you… very old piece reblogged, so there’s still some ink left 😉
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Beautiful! When received consciously thoughts are indeed the gift that give direction to life.
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How lovely you’ve put it! Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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