THINK the thing

The pages are empty, the pencil isn’t sharpened, the desk is dusted, and the chair still needs repair. The only thing in place is the thought, which is dying for recognition with the dark ink and a white skin.

Thought; the most beautiful translator for heart and mind, it’s the inevitable feeling inside and outside me.
My mind has never been able to accept the fact that thoughts could die with a being. It cannot.

Maybe the sun has many reasons to rise and shine, the flower to flourish, the plane to fly in the air, the clouds to rain, the man to hug and kiss the woman, the computer to ask for password before starting, the lock to be opened with a specified key, the book to have pages, the football to be kicked, the remote to change channel, the dog to bark, the ice to be hard and so much more.

They are inevitable thoughts; they come in my mind and go. We are leaving foot prints of our thoughts in the minds of everyone we have a thought about. It is so amazing to think. We could never escape it, provided we die. But what if there is the soul also that thinks? Is it possible? Or is it again my thought that they also think after death or even if soul exists after death or the thought that death exists too?

My mind is thought, an idea, a source, a caliber and even a conductor. I can think of fitting into any of the roles until my mind makes me think that it’s a thought to give birth to or to diminish without reloading back from where it came, which is thought again.

It’s a give and take of something that does not exist but still prove its existence with everything.

My words may be confusing until it’s not taken as thought. It is complicated but fabricated too. My thoughts are flying the higher levels of exposure which could just not be limited to the pages; they need to be unlimited to the minds of those kind breeds who are also mending their views, their likings, their souls and their destinies destined through…… THOUGHTS