The Thinking Sapling

A curious collection of thought experiments and reflections.

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Category: Poems

  • A Small Light

    A small light,far too bright, now shines through.Far too late, yet too soon,a day begins anew A dark night,there’s no light in this room.There’s only tears and gloom,the same old…

  • The Quarter’s Shade: Green and Maroon

    It’s numbers on a screen.The graph rises; the margin’s green.A new silhouette and a different shadeAnd the old dress gathers dust and fades. Out on the streets, everyone is in…

  • In The Air: In a Tincan

    Author’s Note: This was just me venting about how uncomfortable I was on a plane and choosing to express my feelings through writing on my phone. Maybe I’ll write more…

  • A Garden’s Shadow: Of Walls and Flowers

    The pond is clear; the grass is green.At the meadow’s edge, flowers are seen.They grew and bloomed where the gardener sowed.The ownership and pride were his alone. Children wandered to…

  • People and Trains: Round and Round

    A train goes round and round,passing stations day in, day out.People board, a dozen fresh faces.Every day, the route never changes. Morning, it starts on its routine.Down the track, the…

  • The Comfort of Sleep: A Soft Escape

    It is quite an extraordinary feeling when you see a younger you appreciate an element of life that you do today. Of all matters, I find myself in agreement with…

  • Scared and Alone: By The Rice Field

    Angry words, disappointmentcut deep in the moment.Expectations turned to frustration.Love lost amidst emotions. Does it matter what was saidwhen misty tears cloud one’s head?Yet, still after the relentless bout.The words…

  • Moments of Change: The Cat in The Park

    Alex sat on the benchLegs crossed, with snacks and pens.They looked up and saw clouds.With a frown, they looked back down. Day by day, Alex went and sat.Always alone, they’d…

  • In The Land: Paradise and Change

    This is part of my writing project where I go back and read some of my childhood poems then rewrite them. For the first poem of this rewriting project, I’m…

  • Reading a Stranger’s Poem: Visiting My Childhood’s Writings

    Somewhere on Facebook lies a collection of poems written by an awkward twelve-year-old. They are embarrassing, random, and surprisingly, thought-provoking. You see, when I was around the age of eleven…

About

I’m an engineering student who stays up at night thinking too much about life. Here’s where you’ll find the messy thoughts I took time to captured in writing. Take what I say with a grain of salt, but have fun!