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The Illusion of Thought

A poem written in the train at night , highlighting the theme of growing up.

Art credit : The New York Times , “An illness , Inherited?” via Behance

My thoughts have the illusion of a puzzle-

I try to pick up the scattered pieces ,

but at times anger doesn’t sit well with grief

love doesn’t bode well with trust ,

faith doesn’t go hand in hand with patience

and I never seem to catch hold of fear

Sometimes in the smallest seconds of Life ,

I can feel the bits of the puzzle fall apart-

like memories silently breaking free from the heart

like a warm experience stolen away by the cold claws of time ,

like déjà vu stealing your sleep in the dead of the night

But when I gaze at the swirling coffee powder

or lend an ear to the gentle ruffle of the leaves ,

listening to the voice of the ocean in it’s waves

hour tend to pass by the corners of my mind-

somehow the puzzle begins to put itself in place-