A thought is born
quietly,
in the soft chamber of the mind
It does not stay there long.
...
Go not where no invitation lies,
Lest silent scorn should meet your eyes.
Unwelcome there your presence seems,
So linger here, and guard your dreams.
...
Silence did not arrive gently—
it stayed,
when words refused to carry
the heaviness inside me.
...
Within the silence of the mind, A million doors await to shine; Where numbers sleep in rows of stone, And words create a world unknown.
A number is a nameless star, A distant light, a world afar; But give it wings, a face, a name, And memory lights its inner flame.
...
O Winter, pale monarch of the silent night,
Thou com'st with frosty breath and iron air;
The moon stands trembling in thy silver light,
While shivering earth lies naked and bare.
...
Do not go where words are mean,
Where teasing hurts and jokes are rude;
Such places slowly teach the heart
To lose its warmth and forget what's good.
...
O Mother Saraswati, pure and bright,
Fill our minds with gentle light.
Teach us how to think and see,
What is false and what should be.
...
How sweet the internet may seem at first,
Yet slowly steals the treasure of our day;
We wander there with never-ending thirst,
And let our golden hours fade away.
...
In silent rooms with tired eyes,
They work through dark and restless skies.
Pens move fast, hearts stay true,
Preparing lists for me and you.
...
When morning lifts its soft and golden light,
The quiet sky begins to glow and rise;
Warm winds move gently through the fading night,
And hope awakens slowly in our eyes.
...
Time flows on, both swift and deep,
It holds the dreams we wish to keep.
It never stops, it runs so wide,
Those who work, it lifts with pride.
...
Money lives
in our house.
It is like respect,
it supports our life.
...
People hide their true face
Showing an innocent face.
When someone tries to judge by face,
Whenever he gets deceived.
...
Every evening begins with the same soft plea,
'Papa, when will you come home to me? '
Small eyes fixed on the doorway,
hope and hunger waiting the same way.
...
O gentle Sleep, so calm, so deep,
You come when weary hearts must weep.
When books fall still from tired hands,
And drifting thoughts obey no commands
...
Live your life, don't stay in a trap,
Don't wake each day with heavy heart.
Don't do work that breaks your smile.
your life is yours don't live in fear.
...
Holi is here, hooray, hooray!
Colors and laughter fill the day.
Red and yellow, green and blue,
Happy colors just for you.
...
It is five in the morning.
Night is slowly fading and the day has not fully begun.
The sky is clear and calm.
...
The world now stands on fragile ground,
Where roaring jets and fear resound.
The sky once calm, so wide and blue,
Now trembles under threats anew.
...
Rajendra Prasad Meena is an English teacher and a poet, born in Jaipur, India. He has been teaching English in a private school since 2007. With every passing year, his love for words and stories has grown like a quiet river. He studied at the University of Rajasthan and is now pursuing his M.A. in English from Rajasthan University. Teaching children has taught him how feelings speak in simple ways and how small moments carry deep meaning. Poetry lives close to his heart. In his poems, he writes about silence, time, love, pain, hope, and the gentle thoughts that rest inside us. His poems are simple, honest, and soft like a child's voice. For him, poetry is a friend that listens, a mirror of the soul, and a bridge between hearts.)
Thought
A thought is born
quietly,
in the soft chamber of the mind
It does not stay there long.
It travels—
into the breath,
into the bones,
into the way the body stands
before the world.
The body listens.
It obeys.
It carries the thought
as strength or as strain,
as confidence or collapse.
Then the body speaks back to the mind—
through energy or exhaustion,
through courage or fear.
Together,
mind and body
write the direction of a life.
A fearful thought
bends the spine.
A brave thought
straightens it.
A bitter thought
turns words into wounds.
A clear thought
turns struggle into wisdom.
So guard your thinking—
it is not harmless.
It is the first draft
of your future.
Think well,
not blindly,
but honestly.
Because when thought changes,
the mind changes.
When the mind changes,
the body follows.
And when both align,
life quietly
finds a better path.
Being proud of ourselves is the stoppage of learning.
Brain stores everything it depends on us what to deliver.
' True happiness comes from love, sympathy and mutual understanding not from money and wealthy status.' ' Greed brings down fall of our status.' ' Respect and honour are high than money.'
' Use of unfamiliar words in poetry is like putting on a dress which is not in use. Such poetry fails to create a bond between a reader and the poet. Familiar words create a bond between the reader, and the author makes able to the reader to get genuine response.'
' in the pearl by John Steinbeck Kino finds a pear in the deepest sea. Although he finds and attract everybody's attention but I to protect it he lost for whom he jumps into the deepest sea. Greed is not good'
' in the pearl by John Steinbeck Kino finds a pear in the deepest sea. Although he finds and attract everybody's attention but I to protect it he lost for whom he jumps into the deepest sea. Greed is not good'
Silence is better than violence.
'Money is a good servant, but a poor master.'
' Critique is not the enemy of poetry; It is the mirror that reveals its unfinished truth.' ' A poet who fears criticism limits the poem; a poet who embraces criticism expands the mind.' 'True poets never fear criticism; they fear only the day they stop learning.'