Fickle thoughts smother my mind
Rising like the smoke from an incense stick
So thick at the neck, so vapory at the edge
They take myriad shapes, run in all directions
I try to enclose them, grow upon them
But they flip with a blink, fly away with a breathe
Later in my peace, I try to bring them back
I can only touch the water, they lie deep inside
With my music, with my sunrise
With my emptiness, with my dark night
With my joy, with my lonely stride
They surround me like air and keep falling like a rain
A lonely walk in the night, a day through traffic, a ride in a jam packed bus. Every single moment when we are on our own, we start thinking. We think about our career, about our loved ones, about poverty or corruption and then sometime we think way to much.
Thoughts keep coming to the surface every second and we keep dodging one after another.
sometime it feels like taking a pen and writing down each view
but they are too fickle, too many and too different.
They surround us like air and keep reappearing every now and then.
While most of us cant retain them the way we can't retain a dream, some people grow upon them and boom !!! They are the authors, the philosophers, the writers of the world we know.
" You are what you think all day long"
Rising like the smoke from an incense stick
So thick at the neck, so vapory at the edge
They take myriad shapes, run in all directions
I try to enclose them, grow upon them
But they flip with a blink, fly away with a breathe
Later in my peace, I try to bring them back
I can only touch the water, they lie deep inside
With my music, with my sunrise
With my emptiness, with my dark night
With my joy, with my lonely stride
They surround me like air and keep falling like a rain
A lonely walk in the night, a day through traffic, a ride in a jam packed bus. Every single moment when we are on our own, we start thinking. We think about our career, about our loved ones, about poverty or corruption and then sometime we think way to much.
Thoughts keep coming to the surface every second and we keep dodging one after another.
sometime it feels like taking a pen and writing down each view
but they are too fickle, too many and too different.
They surround us like air and keep reappearing every now and then.
While most of us cant retain them the way we can't retain a dream, some people grow upon them and boom !!! They are the authors, the philosophers, the writers of the world we know.
" You are what you think all day long"
Your happiness, you hatred, your insecurities, your life is all guided by what you think.
People meditate so that they can streamline their thoughts and be more productive more content
So, take out some time and be conscious of what you are thinking...
You will know the cause of you pain or anger and ll be able to deal with it better !!!
People meditate so that they can streamline their thoughts and be more productive more content
So, take out some time and be conscious of what you are thinking...
You will know the cause of you pain or anger and ll be able to deal with it better !!!