Ode To Thoughts Lost

Ode To Thoughts Lost ode

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The aisles in my brains
Twist into crooked lanes
They curve and bend
Around corners on end

As I think, a bulb flickers on;
Proverbially almost.
Illuminating the sidewalks
Dimly, then brightening up,
Then blacking out at the epitome of my thought.
If I was about to reveal some profound mystery,
I will never know.

All I know is my thought has lost its way in my brain.
It is wandering.
Passing through walls.
Looking for a way out.

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Hello there you. I'm just a 16 year old trying to find her place in life at this moment. I may already have found it but I keep searching. Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Why settle? I live in Mumbai, India. I love this city and this life. My poems are a 100% authentic. Happy reading!
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I enjoyed your poem and yes life is full of doors, or pages to turn, adventures too and of course mysteries. Enjoy them as life is just a dot in the space of time. But yes I indeed enjoyed reading.


Brilliant write…..


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