Ideas

I started this blog because I believe that all ideas are born free and have no boundaries. I want to share my thoughts with the whole world. I get so much joy from thinking and writing that I want the whole world to celebrate life and happiness with the ideas and thoughts that bring me this sense of exhilaration.

Ideas are born free
There are no bounds
Don’t you see
There are no forms
No dos and don’ts
Where ideas come from
There are no rules
There are no preconceptions
There are no definitions
No fences,no borders.
Only stars in clear space
With glittering bright lights
The inside of our mind
A conglomerate of intricate network
Where ideas dodge ,flit and float…
Occasionally get caught
Then free themselves
Again to float among the stars
Till again caught
By a mind like ours.
But where do they come from…
These ideas
Where do they start….

Ideas

Ideas have wings
They are born with the wink
Of fairy star eyes.
Then they they take off….
They fly
They flit and float through the blue skies.
They hide behind clouds
Slide on rainbows
And soar.
They know no bounds.
They slide and glide
Through infinite minds
They hover in the air
And pause a little there.
People think
And people declare
Ideas like this are really rare.

But are they?
Do you think?
Who thinks?
How do you know?

Where do your ideas come from?
What makes you think?
How many more think like you?

And it all starts with a fairy star wink…..

Blink
Blink
Blink

Boundless

I see the distant bounds of land
Where the oceans greet the sand.
I see the trees
Sway in the breeze.

I see butterflies flit
Among the flowers
I feel sunshine smile
On all that is ours.

And yet,

I see mankind
With fury seethe
Raging on built up ,pretended, unreal needs
Need of creed
Need of greed
Who creates these boundaries?

When man first walked the Earth
What countries bound his girth?
What languages tied his tongue?
What cultures drew the lines?

Was he happy?
Was he sad?
Or,
Was he just very glad
With God’s plenty
And sunshine in a friendly land?

Why is it we crib and cry
Over words and over lines?

Why is it we do not see
How wonderful is God’s plenty?
Why is it we do not share
What is available everywhere?

Full of joy and full of fun,
I see the little brook run.
Here I am , one with the brook
A grain of sand
In God’s mighty land.