No, probably there is some more to this waiting
Maybe, the dreams will take it a little longer to becoming
But, while this continues hope you will hold your patience
Let not the wait take all your love and kindness, be desirous of making a difference!
Yes, it’s been days and months and years now, but you gotta keep going
Let’s not forget the great monuments that were build in several years and some through lifetimes, and now, they keep shining…
You need the clarity?
You’ll get that.
You need a partner?
You’ll see soon.
You need dream career?
You’ll achieve that.
You need health?
You’ll build immunity soon.
You’ll get all that you deserve and legitimately desire, don’t lose your hope and keep waiting and dreaming!
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Is love conditional?
Love for someone is something which cannot be established as a right or be proved in court; love is that unconditional trust you have in someone regardless of any situation; love is that unconditional giving which will never come to you if you try to catch and always come back to you like an ocean if you set it free! Therefore, unconditional trust is the sole pillar of love which lets the two souls breed together irrespective of any circumstance or distance.
– thinkinginmyway
@Mamta
A date with mind?
“Stop”
Yaar, thodi der ther jaatey hain na, would you mind? O’ mind…
Why do you have to run behind every problem like a crime scene
Why is there no one to shut your voice for sometime, just like the silencing of student protests by the big fat dean…
How can you be so mean??
How can you be so wonderful yet, pretend to be adorned with emptiness, like a young talented teen?
Hey mind,
Was thinking upon what would have been our deeds that paved the way for misleads, to be grateful and sorrowful together just like an abdominous having his lot of sweets!!
We have often met and our meetings have always been ridiculously yet, meticulously abrupted by your those silly thoughts and errands that you think have been hacked and traced down from your own dark web, getting rid of them is a real task and it sucks when you always ask my help.
Hey mind,
Let me ask you something more!
Could we not date each other with the lovely thoughts as roses, the wild fantasies as wine and probably you could kiss me in the end, just not like our previous meets where no one proposes and each of us complained mentioning all the evil causes!
Could we not just stroll on a beach, your hand in mine, your tension though not crossing my spine but, your memories be an ecstatic enshrine and then, we could keep aside our strifles and peacefully dine?
O’ mind, you are the amrit of my life, why do you want to be like poison, you were supposed to be my saviour, why did you hit me up like a possessed one and I had to arrest you of treason!
O’ mind, let’s leave the past behind like the waves of the river in the dry summer that never return having slated their thirst to touch the curvy skin of the river bed, tapping a message of farewell as it read…
Let’s walk ahead with the clear vision of solutions to the problems, as clear as the fine piece of transparent glass of the finest quality, as the city merchant said…
Let’s roll our arms into each other to get that sense of love as much as our skin feels encaptured in the darkness of a glove…
O’ mind, let’s see through my eyes, what you dream and not wish to prohibit
And so would you be my perfect match, just like the choco chips on the top of an icecream or would you still be naughty with my proposal chit and disappoint me like the horror dream?
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What does writing mean to me?
Writing is a source of my inspiration
It is an invaluable asset of my life that brings to me motivation…
I began writing to express myself as to what I feel and observe
The idea was that I may not communicate well but, I too hold an opinion to what was happening around and additionally, it was the best way to fall in love…
Writing to me is something like an escape and a comeback
It’s what I do when I am too low and even when I am too high, I take no flak.
Writing is a possession, presumably to be the most wonderful and the deadliest too
It is an art that let’s me be who I want to or I am with no restrictions or opposition from woe.
Writing is a true blessing and it really gives ms wings
I can soar high in the sky, casting dreams and reality onto paper strings…
@thinkinginmyway
~ Mamta Garg
Today’s thought!
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A Dream… (Storyline of covid)
Title: 2020 – A Dream
Theme: Cherished Memories
We celebrated each moment together,
We sat by the balcony to have deep discussions with one another…
We painted the walls of our new house, casting our hands and memories
We lived with a sense of warmth and love as we lay on the cot holding the arms under the skies…
We could think of nothing and yet talk about anything because we shared the same room
We always hoped to wish a pleasant morning and a peaceful night,
There was nothing that we needed to hide or call it gloom…
We cooked, danced and had crazy sundays
We greeted our neighbours on occasions and enjoyed with our family on the picnic days…
We were there before any one of us dived into the pool of mistakes
We knew what one needed when we were too low to say ‘no’ to celebrations and cakes…
We were wholesome and made a complete picture
We were in a single frame, supporting every single day each other!!
The days were beautiful and your presence was divine
Your laughter made my day better than a glass of wine…
You were the reason I used to wake up every single morning
Planning my schedule you stole the most of it, you were like the biggest part of my earning…
I just finished my diary when I got your ring
“Happy new year love”, you said and I broke my imagined wing…
It took me seconds to realize it was just a dream
You had been isolated in the city and were far away from my present day mainstream!!
@thinkinginmyway
~ Mamta Garg
(Background:
This the poem based on cherished memories of a woman who presumed how her 2020 should have been just like the 2019 that she spent with her love. She was so engrossed in writing it down that she started believing as if it was a reality and later realized that her love was in the different country and they couldn’t travel or live together due to covid and that he was isolated on the new year as he had tested positive…)
My unheard quest
My quest is deep and I seek profound answers
My queries are often questioned, sometimes misunderstood and mostly concealed safely in my mind’s caskets…
The journey is long and I tend to lose patience, being far from the core
There isn’t the clarity though in what am I exactly searching for…
With a new hope, I rise everyday, maybe there will be a day when I’ll shine
There will be an occasion to celebrate and I will enjoy truly that glass of red wine…
A day when my wishes will be answered, my concepts will be understood and my theories will be approved
A day when all my dark secrets will vanish and everything that I wanted to express would be devotionally heard…
@Thinkinginmyway
~ Mamta Garg
If I were a food item…
If I were a food item, I would roll myself from the plates of those who wish to kill me brutally and escape into the world of those who celebrate murder with discipline and feelings…
If I were a food item, I would live the splendid colors that adorn me
And cherish the soft kiss of children when they taste me…
If I were a food item, I would jump into the ocean of oil to turn myself into a my crisp beauty
And would enjoy the company of raindrops and sweet talks in the middle of city…
If I were a food item, I would reveal my real characteristics and make food diet seem simple for all
And while that, I would rejoice the rich venues of those chef competitions where my description would be tall…
If I were a food item, I would have the authenticity of the traditional thalis,
the aura of luxurious dishes and yet, the simplicity of the street food,
If I were that food item which everyone relishes and remembers for a long time, I would love to be something that relinquishes brooding mind and inspires a good mood!
@thinkinginmyway
~ Mamta Garg
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THINKING IN MY WAY!! 