Sometimes a thought appears out of nowhere—soft, fleeting, almost forgettable. But when you pause and hold it gently, it transforms. A random feeling becomes a single beautiful line, a line that suddenly carries more weight than you expected.
Soon, that line attracts memories, emotions, and rhythm. It finds companions. A stanza forms—not because you forced it, but because the thought finally learned to breathe.
And then something magical happens: the words begin to move. They hum, they carry cadence, they grow a pulse. That’s when a stanza becomes a song—when the heart of the words begins to beat.
And suddenly, I realized I’ve written more than 20 songs already!
This is the quiet poetry of creation:
a stray thought → a line → a stanza → a song.
All it takes is attention, softness, and a willingness to listen to the small flickers inside you.
Most magic begins that way.
bhaskar saikia 
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