Thoughts:
They reach the mind,
come floating
in the open space
source unaware;
from no where
inputs feed the brain…
Thoughts;
They bring
light on face,
turn the eyes
shine blue brown or bright;
blow air onto
mouth, make words
flow out water like…
Thoughts;
They come
out to act
jetting fire
onto limbs; out puts
these form the base
that decides
humans’ earth bound life…
Remote
wonderful
is this ware
controlled metabolic!
the machine designed
and made by
the Divine Mechanic!
08 06 08
Pushes to go deep in itself … the Original, philosophical image. Psychological metaphors … Thanks -!
Dear keshavji, You write about thoughts, but imagine: what will happen if reoccurring thoughts come? Then poetry will run away in no time... thoughts like unbridled horses are a treasure to poet. if they are stagnant, u r gone!
thoughts are inputs into a machine you call body...you miss the message in the poem sadly premji!
You take the intangible... and cleverly form for us great actions.... tis a constant body of works... from where-everest it came! ! ! ! aroha
It is obvious you are in love with words. It is a terminal condition that ends...with writing.(smile) Wonderful craft in this poem. Divine Mechanic would be proud.
Marvelous poem on life machine. Yes this 'machine designed and made by Divine Mechanic! ' 10+++
Very much true words..but only this god-made machine has changed the human life most mechanized..also a fact..is it not? ..interesting
Absolutely great is the creation of the Divine Mechanic! A well crafted poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simply superb..... what a wonderful representation of God's creation..... loved it...