Lost for Thoughts

Lost for Thoughts

Tributaries of emotion flowing to a river of words
Dam, blocked by the sweetened poison,
perceived to be 'pure,'
adulterated honey.

Cheating on your self.

False is crystallized into imagined ideas
So
I
am
Lost for thoughts

Vanity pervades every nostril
it's lingering stench
it's sickening hollow smell
every mirror used to admire my superfluous wings

I forgot why the cage bird sings
But I do know it looks beautiful
or so I've been told by the pseudo sage.


Rage, pungent & rampant
flowing through our veins
blood-boiling
lava-exploding
fault-exposing.
But the blind man see's better than the angry man.


curious, envious enigmas
Are Our insignias.

boxes reprimand unearthliness
thinking outside is suicide
social. networking is the world

the art of dis-course is tarnished
still, varnish is nailed onto the disquisition
so a shining gleam is sown, and its seeds
crave position...

The chosen-one syndrome
an ailment so vile, a fake smile
is a common self-sacrifice
to get far.
But to where?


The fog of pride disguised by humility
humanity died, is the cannibalistic dog culpable.


Rhetoric is the language of the modern man
so I will make like the proverbial oracle
and ask myself.

When we think,
are we truly expressing ourselves
Or the desires of our self?

Have we made our mind up?
If I think the reasons for my thinking
the process has me blinking.

Lost for thoughts.  Nothing more to think.

The Unseen Eye

*Put on blindfold*

The last thing I saw before perpetual night. 
Was a lions figure in the clouds sketched into light,
So I guess a found the truth in time.

When it hit me... 
As black does.. 
Everything became smaller.  
Everything lost its order, 
my eyes began to turn to face & brain, 
and now I was a spectator watching the other senses game.

As my seeing stopped.
My hearing could pick up every decibel of a pin drop.


As I lost sight of my tears. 
My nose learnt how to smell fear. 


As my vision forgot how it behaves, 
I begun feeling the folds within waves. 


When I turned blind.
With no relation to anything metaphoric I was able to taste bitterness.
and for the first time in a long time, 
I told the time without seeing it.

Truth be told. Time was saved. 
I did not have to close my eyes to think any more, Nor did I need to close my eyes to focus.
and you may not know this, 
but I've been told that once your inner eye has seen your inner self, 
you find peace within.

So now I will hide away. 
Basque in the glory of my ones with self. I will eventually accept, 
and grow to reverence my lack of physical sight. 
With time. 


In my blindness I will learn to rejoice,
Even if it was by force and not by choice.



By Sophia Thakur 
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