Words

067 It’s all in the mind : My Dawn

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My Dawn

The daylight wiping the darkness,
The blooms everywhere,
Bringing out smiles,
Even from a hardened heart,
Bringing out the hidden instinct,
Breathing in the air,
A smell one can never get enough of,
Connecting to nature,
Bringing out new found feelings,
Taking to a new world,
The daylight turned to scorching heat,
Giving so less time,
Time which is never enough,
And I wait for the next dawn.

~The End~ 

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

066 It’s all in the mind : The Beautiful Creations

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The Beautiful Creations

Dark clouds looming,
Heavy Rainfall,
Slipping into complete darkness,
Lost in the cold dark place,
Becoming invisible in the big crowd,
Hanging on tightly to your beautiful creations,
Bringing you out of the darkness,
Giving you strength to be the best,
Best in what you do.

~The End~ 

An artwork by my little boy.

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

065 It’s all in the mind : The Bench at New York

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The Bench at New York

It was a day,
A day which defined my destiny,
A destiny I was waiting for,
And I saw a woman,
A white hair old woman,
Who sat on the bench at New York,
Such elegant looks,
And kind eyes,
But looking very sick.

Sitting next to her,
We started talking,
She was narrating her story,
Of her son,
Stories filled with love,
Talking about him when he was a small boy,
Ending with a helpless look,
But covering with words on how convenient,
And how easy it is to stay in the old age home.

Strangers and yet we shared,
Shared stories from our heart,
Connecting us,
Bonding us instantly,
And we parted with a smile,
A smile that stayed with me,
Months later I learnt about her passing,
And when I see the Bench at New York,
I still see her smiling face.

~The End~ 

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

064 It’s all in the mind : Sealed

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Sealed

 

Captured a beautiful thought,
With all the love,
And all the feelings,
Sealed with every strokes,
With every colors,
And more thoughts.
Draining out with every touch,
And it’s all out, captured and sealed,
In a painting.

~The End~ 

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

063 It’s all in the mind : The Awakened One

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The Awakened One

Oh Awakened One,
I know nothing about you,
And yet you call me,
And I know not why,
But a strong call,
Calling me,
Again and again,
To give days,
Try a life without any electronics,
To be in silence,
Without any communication,
Away, far away,
I know not what you want to show,
But I hear you,
I know not when,
But I will come someday.

~The End~ 

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

062 It’s all in the mind : The Lion

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The Lion
Such anger when it comes to territory,
Roaring loud and wild to establish your domain,
Such pride,…
Forgetting you are already the king,
You are the lion.Such beauty with thick manes,
Charming all on your way,
Such strength,
Only you could be the king,
You are the Lion.
~The End~ 

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

061 It’s all in the mind : Fly away

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Fly away
Fly away,
Fly away anywhere,
There is no place for you,
Not in one’s heart,
Not in one’s mind,
Not in one’s soul,
Haven’t you heard enough ?
Haven’t you seen enough ?
Haven’t you felt enough ?
Whatever step you take,
You will be the wrong one,
Fly away,
Fly away anywhere.
Picture courtesy : Bimal Thongam
~The End~ 

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

060 It’s all in the mind : The survival race

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The survival race

 

Raised within walls of home and school,
Learning to duck and lie flat to avoid being hit by bullets as a child,
Shipped away from home to get continous education,
With dreams of living,
Away from schools with empty benches,
For the students in uniform are protesting on the roads,
Away from kidnappers,
Away from letchers and rapist,
Away from bandhs and blockades,
To be ahead in the survival race,
For many ends up in the hands with sick minds,
Leaving one as a corpse in one’s own land,
With no justice.

Facing the survival race once again,
Gulping humiliations and mockery,
Questioning identity,
Changing wardrobe to blend in,
To avoid dirty looks,
With aching heart filled with homesickness,
With long nights missing home,
Staying low and quiet,
To be ahead in the survival race,
For many ends up in the hands of sick minds,
Leaving one as a corpse,
Corpse sent back in one’s own land,
With no justice.

~The End~ 

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

059 It’s all in the mind : Take me home

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Take me home

 

Sitting in a standstill traffic,
By the George Washington Parkway,
Watching the Washington monument,
Watching the lone flight in the sky,
Hits me with a pang to be home,
Take me home,
To watch my mother’s morning worship,
To watch my father walking around,
To listen to them fussing over silly matters,
To breathe the same air and see what you see,
To eat the same meal,
To be together,
Just to be with you and you,
Home is where you are,
Oh, how much I miss home,
Take me home.

~The End~ 

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