it’s all in the mind

035 It’s all in the mind : The Walk

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The Walk
Hold my hands and walk with me,
Breath in deeply,
The air we share,
Air filled with the fragrance,
Fragrance of fresh green bamboo leaves,
Air filled with the fragrance,
Fragrance of the red soil of the hill,
Air filled with love,
You don’t have to say a word,
Just hold my hands and walk with me.

~The End~

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034 It’s all in the mind : Priceless moments

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Priceless moments

He is my little boy,
Who senses my feelings, without any spoken words.
Who hugs me and lay down with me in silence when I need the most.
Who added meaning to the word “brave”,
Who taught me strength,
And inspired me to be positive.

His after school stories,
His unexpected funny comments,
His pranks, tantrums and tease,
His surprises, smile and laughter,
His running, tight hug and kisses after getting down from his school bus,
Priceless moments I live for.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

033 It’s all in the mind : The “high” from fear

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The “high” from fear

Moving hands to move forward,
Kicking hard to keep afloat,
Peaking out to catch a breath,
Looking down making bubbles,
Seeing the patterned tiles below,
And you see it sloping down ,
Suddenly gripping you with fear,
Knowing you are going to the deeper end,
Where you could sink,
But you are already there,
You can hate it or love it,
But you definitely have to deal with it,
You sink and sink a bit,
You kick harder and harder,
Swimming back through where you can stand on your feet,
Emerging gasping for air,
And then you give a wicked smile,
Loving the taste of being “high” from fear,
And you know you would still go back to the deep end again despite the fear.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

032 It’s all in the mind : Colors through your eyes

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Colors through your eyes

How would I know of the beauty of the vibrant green color of the bamboo leaves ?
How would I know of the beautiful rich saffron color soil of the hill ?
How would I know the beauty of the golden sun as it rises and sets?
How would I know the beauty of flowers with colors ?
I am color blind,
I know “beautiful” and “colors” through your eyes and words,
Otherwise it’s a mere black and white sight.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

031 It’s all in the mind : Peace

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Peace

I felt love,
I felt happiness,
And I felt beautiful.

I felt pains,
I felt jealousy,
And I felt rejections.

Depending on the mood and whims of the wind,
I flew like a dust,
And now I land in your feet seeking for peace.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

030 It’s all in the mind : The Cactus Plant

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The Cactus Plant

Test me with your heat,
Test me with extreme thirst,
I am a survivor,
I am filled with thorns,
Thorns that look tiny to the eyes, But can cause piercing pains,
On your feet as you trample on me,
I thrive in extreme condition,
And yet blooming beautifully,
I am the cactus plant.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

029 It’s all in the mind : Cold and Beautiful

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Cold and Beautiful

There is always a price you have to pay,
One way or another for the beautiful things in life,
You would fall in love all over again and again,
Every time you see the beautiful white snow falling,
Making it irresistible,
Making you drop everything to play with it as it falls,
Giving you immense happiness in that moment,
But paying the price of the bitter cold that follows,
By now you know the pattern,
And yet, you will fall all over again willing to bear such bitter cold.

~The End~

Photograph taken today, watching the beautiful snow falling.

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

028 It’s all in the mind : Words

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Words

When you get a moment which you can truly call your own,
Witnessing the beauty of nature,
Bringing out life’s enchanting thoughts,
Stirred by words,
Beautiful words written for you,
Words whispered to you,
You tightly cling to it,
As they become words for your soul,
Giving light in your darkness.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

027 It’s all in the mind : The lady with shaved head

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The lady with shaved head

She looks young and beautiful,
Even with her head shaved off,
She has clear eyes filled with pain,
She spoke to no one.

She would come every evening around the same time to this temple,
Climbs all the steps barefoot,
Sitting in the same spot,
Staring at nothing.

She never entered the temple nor was seen praying,
And when she leaves she seem calm,
The kind of calmness you would be scared of,
Making you come back the next evening to check on her.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.