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Words that echo your joy and your pain. Poetry for those who feel deeply, who long for peace. Contact: @Thoughtless_Adi
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Closed Doors
You keep waiting
for certainty
before you begin,
for answers
before you choose,
for guarantees
before you trust.
But life
does not make
those promises.
Every path
comes with questions,
every love
comes with risk,
every future
asks for something.
And maybe
half of suffering
comes from standing
at a closed door,
begging it
to become
an open one,
while life
waits quietly
at another.
~Thoughtless
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Things You Can’t Buy
As you grow up,
you start to see
it’s not about
having more,
it’s about
feeling okay.
A day
that doesn’t feel heavy,
a mind
that lets you rest,
a heart
that isn’t always worried.
Some people have everything
and still feel lost,
some have very little
and feel enough.
And that’s when it hits:
peace is harder to find
than money,
and the best things in life
are the ones
you can’t buy.
~Thoughtless
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Sometimes
you won’t find me
in your messages
or your plans,
not in your mornings
or your moments,
not even
where I used to be.
Sometimes
I step away
from all the noise,
from all the rush,
to sit somewhere
that asks less of me,
where it’s just me.
A little quiet,
a little still,
something to read,
something to feel.
And there
I am not gone.
I am just
trying to feel like myself again,
until I can be
who I used to be.
~Thoughtless
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Acceptance
When people accept themselves
just as they are,
they become
more open to change.
But until then,
they stay defensive.
They resist
what could help them,
they explain away
what they don’t want to face,
and hold on
to reasons
for not changing.
And maybe that’s why
nothing really changes,
because change
doesn’t come
from denial,
it comes
from honesty.
~Thoughtless
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Change the Lens
When a photographer
can’t change the moment,
they shift their angle,
adjust the lens,
and find beauty
in seeing it
another way
Life is like that
Sometimes
things don’t feel right
you expect one thing
and get another
you feel stuck
or unsure,
and nothing around you
seems to shift
But what you see
is shaped
by how you hold it
and when that changes,
so does the meaning
What felt like an end
can open
into something else
So when you can’t
change the scene,
change the lens
Because sometimes
you don’t need
a different life,
just a different way
to see it.
~Thoughtless
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Somewhere in Between
You’re not
who you used to be,
but not yet
who you want to become.
Old habits
still follow you,
new ones
don’t feel natural yet.
Some days
you understand yourself,
some days
you don’t.
You’re changing,
but it doesn’t feel
clear,
just confusing
and slow.
And maybe
that’s what this is,
not lost,
just somewhere
in between.
~Thoughtless
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After It Hurts
Something hurts you,
really bad,
and after that
you don’t stay
where it feels wrong.
you don’t say yes
when you mean no.
you don’t ignore
what makes you sad.
people say
you’ve changed.
maybe.
but now
you know better.
and once you know better,
you don’t go back.
~Thoughtless
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The Life We Call Ordinary
We spend
so much of life
wanting more,
a better place,
a better future,
a different life.
But somewhere
right now,
someone is wishing
for the life
we call ordinary.
A small room,
a warm meal,
a healthy morning.
These simple things
we barely notice
are everything
to someone else.
So before
asking life
for more,
pause.
Because the life
we rush through
is the miracle
someone else
is still praying for.
And what feels
like an ordinary day
is someone else’s
unanswered wish.
~ Thoughtless
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Festival of Colourful Hearts
We think
Holi is about colour.
But maybe
it is about remembering
that nothing stays.
Not stress.
Not sadness.
Not even joy.
Colour comes bright
and fades by evening,
just like our worries.
For one day,
no one is bigger,
no one is smaller.
Colour touches
every face
the same.
And in that moment,
we laugh
because we realize
life was never meant
to stay neat,
only lived.
Like colour in the air,
it rises,
it falls,
and still
it touches everything.
~Thoughtless
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Buried Under Maybe
Most people
don’t miss their dreams
by miles.
They miss them
by hesitation,
by almost trying,
by almost starting,
by almost committing.
We say
we need more time,
but what we often need
is courage
for the first awkward step.
Getting better
is not glamorous.
It is repetition
when no one is watching.
It is being bad
long enough
to become decent.
The life you want
is not far.
It is buried
under the attempts
you are afraid to make.
~Thoughtless
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A Different Kind of Beautiful
At some point,
you have looked in the mirror
and felt disappointed,
like your face
wasn’t enough,
like your body
was wrong somehow,
too much
or not enough.
We notice every flaw,
the skin,
the weight,
the shape,
the height.
We zoom in
on what we hate,
and forget
that this body
has carried us
through heartbreak,
through fear,
through days
no one saw.
This body
is not here
to impress.
It is here
to endure,
to hold you
through every season.
And that
is a different kind
of beautiful.
~Thoughtless
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Before the View
If life handed you
everything,
you wouldn’t know
what it cost.
If there were
no hard days,
good days
would feel ordinary.
We grow
because something
pushes us.
We try again
because something
didn’t work.
The effort
is what makes it real.
The late nights,
the doubt,
the starting over,
that’s where
confidence is built.
Not in comfort,
but in showing up
when it would be easier
to stop.
Life is hard
on purpose,
because without the climb,
there would be
no view.
~Thoughtless
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The Meaning We Choose
Two people
can face
the same problem.
One says,
“This is the end.”
The other says,
“This is a lesson.”
The moment
did not change.
Only the meaning
they gave it.
When we look at things
through fear,
everything feels heavy.
A small problem
feels too big.
But when we look
with curiosity,
the same problem
feels like
something we can learn from.
The way you see life
changes how life feels.
And how life feels
changes how you live.
You cannot always
change what happens,
but you can choose
how you understand it.
And that choice
is where
your power begins.
~Thoughtless
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Shaped by Fire
It’s okay
that you’re not perfect.
How could our lives
be as clean and white
as a blank sheet of paper?
Life isn’t meant
to stay neat.
Living leaves marks
on your body,
your mind,
your heart.
You make mistakes,
you say wrong things,
you fall short.
That doesn’t make you broken.
It makes you human.
Doing nothing
to avoid pain
is still a loss.
Trying,
failing,
trying again,
that’s how people grow.
You’re not behind,
you’re just learning.
And learning
is never clean.
Gold is shaped
by fire,
not comfort.
~Thoughtless
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Borrowed Time, Borrowed Things
Life is like
staying in a house
that was never yours.
You use the rooms,
sit on the chairs,
sleep under the roof.
But one day,
you have to leave.
You don’t take
the walls,
the doors,
the furniture.
You only take
what you carried
inside you.
The love you gave,
the kindness you showed,
the warmth you shared.
Everything else
was just borrowed.
But love
was always yours.
So don’t spend your life
collecting things.
Spend it
becoming someone
worth remembering.
~Thoughtless
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Same Ink
Sometimes,
You read an old book,
And a single line
Stops you.
You think
How different
Their world was.
Then you look around
And realize
Nothing is that different.
The dates change.
The clothes change.
The rules change.
But the heart
Doesn’t.
People still
Fall in love,
Get attached,
Get hurt,
Stay silent,
Miss each other.
People still
Pretend they are fine
While breaking inside.
The world moves forward,
But feelings
Stay where they are.
And that’s why
An old page
Can feel like
Today.
Time writes new pages,
But the heart
Uses the same ink.
So maybe
We all rewrite
The same feeling
In different lives.
~Thoughtless
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Salt Water
We miss what we don’t have.
A new phone,
More money,
More love,
More friends.
Then we get it,
And for a moment,
We smile.
But soon,
We look again.
And something feels missing
Again.
We have food,
But want better taste.
We have a home,
But want a bigger one.
We have friends,
But want more attention.
We have love,
But want it perfect.
Even in a full room,
We can feel empty.
Because the problem
Is not always
What we have.
Sometimes,
It is the habit
Of thinking:
“Still not enough.”
Wanting more
Is like drinking salty water.
The more you drink,
The more thirsty
You become.
So pause.
Look at what you already have.
Because gratitude
Is the only water
That truly fills
The heart.
~Thoughtless
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At the End of the Day
Whatever you do,
Make sure
It still makes you smile.
Life is too short
To stay
Stressed
All the time.
Choose days
That feel lighter,
People who feel safe,
Moments that feel real.
Rest when you need to.
Walk away when it hurts.
Protect your peace.
Let happiness
Be enough.
~Thoughtless
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What We Bring
This year
Doesn’t ask you
To start over.
You come into it
Already carrying
A lot.
Memories from last year,
Some warm,
Some heavy.
Things that made you laugh,
And things
You don’t talk about.
You learned
More than you planned to.
You lost
More than you expected.
And somehow,
You kept going.
Now there are
365 new days.
Not to fix everything,
Just to live
One by one.
Some days will feel light.
Some days slow.
Some days familiar.
You won’t feel ready
Every morning.
That’s normal.
I hope this year
Lets you take breaks
Without guilt.
Lets you keep
What felt good,
And loosen your grip
On what hurt.
You don’t need
To rush.
Just keep moving
In your own way.
Happy New Year ✨
~ Thoughtless
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Belongs to Memory
The year is almost over.
It feels like it went fast
And slow
At the same time.
A lot happened
Without warning.
You learned.
You unlearned.
You lost some things.
You gained others.
Some days were heavy.
Some days were okay.
You handled more
Than you thought you could.
If the you
From the start of the year
Could see you now,
They would notice
How much you changed
Without realizing.
Not everything got better.
Not everything worked out.
And now,
This year
Belongs to memory.
~Thoughtless
