Thoughts! Outrageously, Gorgeously, Precious!

Precious who?
Who, What, Which ? etc etc.
May be a thought..if not anything else.
Any body and any thing is precious and can be/become precious.
And delicious.

But to begin with it is the thought that emerges.
When not left to itself it splurges.
And merges.
With others' thoughts.
Pleasingly.
Amusingly.
Those thoughts combined...become the thoughts.
These thoughts lead to actions.
Actions to emotions.
Emotions to Feelings.
Feelings to Longings.
Longing to belongings.
Belongings to...preciousness.
Preciousness to Precious.
Gracious Precious.

Hey! I have mapped precious...come to think of it!
Thoughts.
Yes thoughts made it happen.
Will continue to do so too.
Now its the thinking...and the thought put in one place.
Called...Precious.
Outrageously, Gorgeously, Precious!

As thoughts become things as per LOA.
Thoughts will continue to happen too...lingeringly speaking.
As they tend to linger.
And are a harbinger too.
Of good Luck and Pluck.

Precious is like fresh air caught up in a closed room.Shut.
Closeted.
In there.
Without despair...outwardly speaking.
Inwardly yes its all despair.
And a silent night mare.
As a pair.
Over there.
As precious likes to question and compare...and also dare.
To bare...if need be.
The Facts.
So as to be able to accept.
As precious is educated and qualified.
Not an orthodox, fox.
Thinks out of the box.
Wears corporate shoes and socks.
And not the conventional orthodox dark top to bottom single piece frock.
Loves to mock at them who wear all that.
Wants to shoot them and raise a hat.
With them down on the mat.
In Glee.
To Flee.
Like a Bee.
To be.
With He.

Feels, if only thoughts were bullets...by now precious would have riddled many.
Thinking without blinking as precious would resort to kill.
And Fill.
A precious fill.
With the kill.
From both uphill and down hill.
Unto the plains...for precious gain.
No not in vane...but through every vein...let the blood ooze.
For they did abuse...precious' muse.

Come to think of it...
Precious as a thinker is a
Thinker...and not a blinker.
Thinks to question and likes to be questioned too.
Not by one but by many a few.
Like a quest...as fresh as fresh dew.

Out thinks the peers in the bargain...and heads to head.
Head the initiative with elan.
In an environment that is very conservative and tight compartmentalized.
Marginalized.
Priced.
Prized.

As a Head!
Heads!!! its precious...Tails!!! its precious again, again.
Wow what a precious equation and a precious stance to chance upon.
Works like there is no tomorrow.
In inner sorrow.
Within precious' life's precious bone marrow.

For precious missed,misses being loved.
Ever since elopement.
Confesses.
Expresses too.
Lovingly.
Caringly.
Daringly.
Baringly.

Love is indeed blind as it is precious for precious so precious to precious.
Precious is indeed blind as precious is in love.
Blind are the kind kind that have a mind that minds the mind that minds their mind.
Mind to bind.
To be kind.
Mind you blinds' mind is vision in itself.
Precious vision.
With a mission.
Awaiting completion.
In consummation...Preciously speaking.
Seeking.
Seeking an outlet.
A way.
To sway.
In the way...that will pay.
In many a way.
As in Love.
Precious knows the way to its' preciousness... but awaits the day.
When actions will say.
And portray...Love.
Like a white pure pristine dove in free flight.
Light.
With all the life's might,
Out in that lovely green lagoon round the rocky cove,
Flying like a flier.
Who flew.
Then.
To embrace with pride and grace
Entangle and mangle with all might.
In love.
Till the precious' loved one is preciously and precariously bruised.
By precious.
Delicious.

Wow...delicious.
As predicted by Confucius.
Confused, Amused, Bemused, and vivaciously Enthused...
Precious.
Thought.
The thoughts that combined into...
A thought.
That thought.
Precious Thought.


Arun

03 July 2008