ever tasted thoughts
to know them---copiously,
to dress them into words,
garnish and present for others
---profusely…
it’s
paraphrasing…
taste mitigates
the waves, depths, flow,
stillness and the void spaces;
tongue rolls in emptiness
to catch the nuances…
it’s like painting…
but it comes out abstract
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‘dumbfound’… is that what you feel
exactly,
when somebody talks overwhelmingly;
especially when half lies protrude
shamelessly;
well, to rodomontade stylishly
is an art to be praised profoundly
and you must giggle merrily…
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in between your dumb-ness and dumbfounded-ness
comes many monsoons and summers…
and you slowly wash prejudices and
judgements
to carry springs within…
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Think there is an ocean between thought and word and then the way they are understood... as it goes from mind to another's ear, it emerges as quite a different beast indeed!
ReplyDeleteSome of my thoughts would certainly get spit out if I could taste them.
ReplyDeleteHaving OCD doesn't mean just behaviors like counting things or needing things arranged a certain way, or having difficulty getting rid of things. It also means pervasive and sometimes really awful thoughts. Like life isn't complicated enough as it is!
Love this especially; "it’s like painting… but it comes out abstract."💜
ReplyDeleteIndeed... there is a distance between the thought and what come outs... sometimes giggle works better.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for the precious comments...!!
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