Poems, Thoughts

Think and think

I think I overthink too much that is why my thinking is filled with thoughts that force me to further overthink and then I become a kind of thinking human no one likes – an overthinker.

Parveen Maghera

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My playground and garden

and just like every other day I tell
the woman in the mirror each morning that
the world is not just my playground it
is my garden where I can choose to
plant the roses and
water them with love or
let the weeds consume the
beauty I fail to envision so I tell
the woman in the mirror that while
the world is my happy playground bustling
with 
curiosity
it is also my beautiful garden exploding
with 
positivity.🌹

— Parveen Maghera

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Sugar dust

I want to sprinkle some sugar dust on you, to tell you how much sweetness you deserve in this world that has robbed your beautiful soul its innocence, the bitterness you are drowning in is what I want to save you from, these choppy waves of heartbreak have made you forget the divine seashells on the shore, I just need you to pick one up and observe it, listen to the sounds of the angels calling you back home to your true self, which I will bring back with some sugar dust.

— Parveen Maghera

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we need time

we need time to recuperate
not only from a physical wound or illness
but from the mental stress
we have to put ourselves
through at work or school
and not everyone recuperates
at an equal pace
so when you told me five days
should have been enough to relax
you forgot to understand
what i was going through
when you told me a month’s rest
should prepare me for the world
you forgot to observe my silence
during my recuperating period
when you told me i’ve slacked too much
you forgot to ask me what i really wanted
i needed time for myself in ways i can only
decide but your advice would have been
welcomed if only
you understood.

Parveen Maghera

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the piece

I cut myself loose from this puzzle
with a snap from the scissors but
it won’t stay away insofar as
these feelings find themselves
right back into the same incision
to fill it as though
they’re screaming at me to go back
to where I was and start again
because I belonged there,
but I don’t want to be a piece of this puzzle
I cannot fathom, I want to be
the one who can mess the pieces
so you can feel
like a piece of my puzzle for once

— Parveen Maghera

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