A thought: kind, unkind?

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In the deepest recesses of the mind,
there is sometimes a thought unkind,
niggling, dying: resurfacing, sublime.
Shadows, traces: some morose,
some exultant, well defined.
Jostling colours, fading shapes,
moving pictures, convoluted lives.
Rearing its head yet again, it connives,
gasping for breath, its pushed out, dying.
Supplanting it with seeds of love,
washing it out, in bright sunshine.
In the far recesses of the mind,
sometimes there is a thought unkind…
  ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap    

Comments

Dr Prakhar Kumar said…
Beautifully expressed....
15 April 2013 at 11:12
Unknown said…
Wow Ma'am.. The ending is so good..
16 April 2013 at 02:23
Suverchala said…
Thanks Darshil...
17 April 2013 at 00:44
Frank said…
Sue, it looks like your " rocking and rolling" it at the moment glad your upbeat about things good for you.
19 May 2013 at 03:03
Suverchala said…
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19 May 2013 at 22:42
Suverchala said…
Yes Richard, In more ways than one you are right, I am indeed enjoying every moment of almost everything right now and am really in my element when it comes to writing...hope you are not to bored with me bombarding you with such stuff, do keep critiquing the write-ups...
19 May 2013 at 22:43
Suverchala said…
Oooops there goes a typo...hope you are not too bored
19 May 2013 at 23:04
Frank said…
Typos are an occupational hazard of Facebook.
21 May 2013 at 12:22
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