Thought Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

Thought is smoke that sprouts from hot ash
And rolls in strange shapes in cool, still air;
Thought is vapour that rises from molten Self
And lies on cool face in new forms.

Thought curdles while Self soars sour
In prolonged fermentation within disturbed soul
And bursts out of the turbulent surroundings
To cleanse the soul to pristine still charm.

The dints of time as the rumples of Self
Deepen thought and widen horizon;
Passion in Self that colours thought
Poises pristine soul to pinxit new world.

Fluid thought brings unknown solution,
New light that splatters from the mind's horizon
And forms within, streaks of unending open ends
That meet to new shapes in magic warps.

Thought sometimes hops from black clouds within
In sudden splashes like lightening;
Sometimes flows in unending chain like creeps
That grow from the pit of experience.

Reflection of experience on the Self's smooth face,
Thought is life and Self rolled to one;
Cooler and calm, thought interprets the Self,
Its clean crystal face and the fog laid thereon.

Thought is inner stress, thought is inner relief,
Thought is twilight, thought is fresh light,
Thought floods like waves, thought catches like fire;
Whatever thought be, it widens existence.