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-

piece by piece.

©️ Nitya Sharma 2023. All rights reserved.

Poem synopsis :

This poetry piece itself was written in pieces as I kept adding the lines to my draft. It is a different journey that I took , but writing this brought a sense of calmness. The protagonist perceives her thoughts to be an illusion in themselves . Despite being aware of how they are not the absolute truth , she thinks that they often take up the form of a puzzle and end up confusing her . I wonder if sometimes we should take Life as it comes , let it wash over us ; both the good waves and thenot so good ones. I wonder how one could live by observing Life.

Gratitude corner :

I believe that poetry is no less than a saviour. Thank you for being here to read what I write. I appreciate your thoughts and views on my words and I would take joy in reading them in the comments. Dear reader , I am grateful for your claps , shares and for your kind encouragement.

Thank you for your warm company on this journey. Until next time , take care.