I had a thought just a moment ago..
The moment passed and so did the thought..
The thought might return,
Would the moment return too?
But the thought was it the same?
Coz previously it was original,
Now it is mere repetition..
As moments keep flowing,
Thoughts too keep flowing..
Few are ground breaking..
Few just break the head..
Few just stay forever..
Few just disappear like a vapour..
Few eludes the words..
Few eludes from remembrance..
Few are intimate..
Few are despicable..
Few are reverent..
Few are guilty..
Few are forgotten..
Few are immortalised..
Few are stacked away deep within and taken to grave..
While few are publicised and taken for post-mortem..
So what is your post-mortem report of this thought?!
Ripples 
A post-mortem is final
It signifies death
It recaps what has been
And what can never be again
A post-mortem determines
Cause and effect
It simply defines …..
the hows, but never the whys.
Your thoughts are not in this group
For thoughts can be again
They may die, but then they may live
As long as you are alive
Your thoughts are simply dormant
Asleep until that time
When circumstances dictate an awakening
And your thoughts can live again
Perhaps you shared your thoughts
Perhaps that person will nurture them
They may then live a different life
Have slightly different results
And in the event of your passing
Their life is still assured
A post-mortem on your thoughts
Is therefore quite illogical
For they may not have to die
But should they fade with the memories of you
Then we will all be grief stricken
Such beautiful thoughts
Such expressions of awareness
Gone forever
Why?
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Is the thought the same
After it transforms into words
And take some shape?
Don’t they attain a finality?
They do die as thought
And be born again as poetry,
action, prose, letter, inspiration
and much much more..
But definitely the thought
as mere thought has died..
And though the deaths are painful,
“After all, to the well-organized mind,
death is but the next great adventure.” (JKR)
So as my thoughts embark on to the next,
Let us not hesitate to post-mortem..
Yes, the post-mortems are about
Cause and Effect..
Let us ponder over
What caused the ripple..
Let us linger over
How far the ripple reaches..
And after all,
“Heard melodies are sweet,
but those unheard are sweeter” (John Keats)
So let us not grieve over lost sweetness,
But just prepare ourselves for more sweetness..
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But if a thought dies
And resurrects in words
Was it really ever dead?
And if a mere thought could die
And caused more thoughts after resurrection
Then its soul surely lives on
Albeit in a different form
The next great adventure pre-supposes death
Which has not (here) been determined
So yes, let us ponder on the ripple
Let us linger over its reach
Let us determine its existence
But unlike a thought
The ripple does die
It is absorbed by its own medium
John Keates was right
That unheard sounds are the sweetest
Unheard sounds
Unspoken thoughts
Unseen ripples
Do they have much much in common?
Unheard sounds are limited by ones imagination
Unspoken thoughts are limited to the creator
Unseen ripples are never realized to their full potential
But let us not forget
This is about post-mortems
A post-mortem on an unheard sound is ludicrous
A post-mortem on an unspoken thought lacks imagination
A post-mortem on an unseen ripple simply cannot be.
The whole post-mortem discussion
Is a very subjective topic as you can no doubt see
With conflicting conditions being established
Quite simply by you…
… and by me!
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The soul does live on dear..
But are we conducting
the post-mortem for the soul?
Unlike thought,
a ripple doesn’t die!
For the chaos theory states that
a flap of butterfly could cause whirlpools..
So imagine what all might happen
from a single ripple!
Just like a thought,
a Ripple is more powerful..
Yet neither the initial thought,
nor the initial ripple could ever
fathom the depth of its impact
nor the length of extension
it attains in the next form..
Those unheard / unspoken / unseen
are the privilege of the initiator
and are a secret to be guarded.. 😉
And it would be ridiculous for
expecting post-mortem on them..
When I talk, I express myself,
When I listen, I learn a new perspective..
What if there are just two views?
Still it is better than one right.. 😉
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My friend, such differences we have
I believe ripples do in fact die
Even though their effect may live on
As for chaos theory?
Theory is all that it is, nothing more
When you talk, you do express yourself
But who are you?
A flower with complex scents
Will we ever know you?
When you listen, you learn new perspectives
But what are they?
A birth of new dreams perhaps
Will you ever tell us?
And as for just two views?
There really must be more
More than talking and listening
More than yours and mine
Does a mute man only listen?
Does a deaf man only talk?
Is the world simply you and I?
Perhaps an autopsy is necessary
For we all need to see
The infinite variables of life
In this wonderful world…
… that includes…
you and me!
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Without experiencing Summer,
Rain couldn’t be appreciated better..
Still the beauty of Sun and Rain live on
complimenting each other in their own way..
Hence the differences bring out
the uniqueness and nurture the other..
When I talk, I express myself
as what I like you to know me as.. 😉
I might be the luring death
with the fragrance of rose
Or the majestic lotus amidst
the stinking mud..
So will I ever let you know..
Maybe, Maybe not.. 😉
When I listen, I learn new perspective..
But do I listen what is actually said,
Or do I listen what I want to hear?
Did I really understand your intent?
Or am I just babbling with words
that are spilled and set for dissection?
Will I ever acknowledge even to myself,
This is where a new dream was born?
Or am I that deep in vain,
To daresay that is my dream of ages?
There are indeed so many views,
just as there are many forms of dance..
When the dance of words are in such rhythm,
with its own tune and rhyme,
composed by and for the two,
others enjoy, absorb and cherish..
But would they dare to interfere?
Not, in the fear of messing the beat.. 😉
Who knows the colorful dreams of a blind?
Who hears the vocals of the mute?
Let us have little more compaasion
and spare those intellectually challenged.. 😉
There is so much wonder in here..
In this little world of you and me..
with open gates for anyone to enter
with no restraints so to leave at will..
So why be distracted by the visitors to come?
Let us explore the wonder and stage the play..
For the play lives on and someday….
Someone might enjoy the play
And even take part in it..
So, for now, the next act goes on
Just with the two of us.. 😉
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The post is beautiful, thought provoking and when I turn in to comment I find more poetry, more contemplation, more wonderful words 🙂
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Isn’t it? 😉
Maybe it’s just that what goes around, comes around.. 😉 😀
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You are right of course
What is black… without the white?
What is a smile… without a frown?
What is a right… without a wrong?
Differences allow us to appreciate
To see the contrasts
Differences give us choices
What to display and what to hide
What to embrace and…
What to push away.
It really is a wonderful world
Although some simply will not see
The clouds, the rainbows, the ripples in the pond
The birds, the flowers, the trees
Mother Nature, unlike us, has nothing desired to hide
She is open, for us all to see and love
Such beauty to behold
But again, some simply will not see
So let us encourage open eyes
For while they be distracting
We should share what we believe
We should share our conscious thoughts
And our appreciation of life
Perhaps it will stay just the two of us
But who knows…. perhaps another poet will call
Then we shall have more thoughts
Then we shall hear more sounds
Then we shall see more words
And then… our perspectives may change yet again!
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Despite the differences,
Black and white are untied as colors,
Smile and frown as emotion,
Right and wrong by moral..
While difference might accentuate beauty,
Being of same flock let’s in the recognition..
Choices are beautiful
Choices are confusing
Choices are conflicting
Beauty is in the eyes of beholder
You could force a person to open the eyes,
But never could push to enjoy the beauty..
Like the birth from the egg,
Let it break from inside..
While we wait for the birth,
Let us strengthen the nest,
Add little more color and cheer
For the young one to cherish and nourish..
And let us keep the hope intact..
Coz, when there is addition to the world,
We might get a new view..
Or be assured of our old ones..
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Hi Aadhira – As usual, your creativity seems to have no limits however, I would like to highlight one simple word which left a stain your last verse….. Coz!
There really is no such word and reflects on the writer (at least from my perspective). “Because” would be better. Even ’cause, while an acceptable short form (with the ‘ signifying the omission) should be used carefully to avoid confusion with “cause”!
Coz is nothing more than rather bad written slang, and your educational level would dictate that you can do so much better than to use such forms. 🙂
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I knew you would say that.. 😉 But I realised that only after I sent.. I still remember the use of dint..
I would like to agree on the endless creativity of mine.. But I’ve not tried pushing the limits and I was wondering whether I could come up with another reply to yours.. Thanks for saving me.. 🙂 and thank you so much for pushing this far and for those awesome comments.. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I had forgotten about dint, but thanks for reminding me (I think)! 🙂
As for pushing your limits, and given that it is your Blog, I shall look forward to responding to whatever direction you decide to take your Posts. 🙂
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You gave a very similar comment when I had used dint in my post.. Guess the post title is He!
I push my limits while replying to you.. 🙂
As for my posts, they tire me out at times, to come up with something worth publishing.. I’ve come so far.. So I’ll make sure I’ll make it to December! And then I’m definitely taking a break! 😉
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No you won’t! You’ll be so fired up by December that that your pens and pencils will get dizzy with all the activity! 🙂
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I really miss reading other blogs.. There is no point in writing without reading.. And maybe I will try to keep posting when I come with something really very interesting and worthy than having a rigid schedule.. 🙂
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Agreed……… writing exercises your imagination, but reading can enhance it in areas otherwise unknown. A balance between the two is ideal! 🙂
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