Thoughts

Thoughts commenced in me like a train of rain drops. Tried I to make them alive But scattered they,hither and thither. Disturbed me again like thunder and storms. Tried I to make them ablaze but they seemed locked in a cellar. Mind,the thriller of life longed to get hold of it. Thoughts the creator of love and hatred galloped away from it. Minutes and hours it suffocate me days and weeks it strangulates me. Months and years it questions me now i have an answer for them. Those who can make their thoughts alive are more bestowed in life. For life,come out of them like lava erupting from an volcano!

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/14/2018 1:22:00 AM

It is true that those who make their thoughts come alive are bestowed in life, but ah, those who can re-claim their feelings, life comes erupting out of them! Well done, Nisha.

Nisha Prince
Date: 10/14/2018 6:23:00 PM

Thank You Caren .Your encouraging words mean a lot to me.