Author: Priyanshi Shah

Architect,Chai lover,Sunset and Moon person.
Poetry, Thinker

Nightmare

Priyanshi Shah

One day looking at the night sky,
I closed my eyes,
Resting on the fluffy mattress,
Sensing the cool wind,
My soul took me to the forest of illusion,
Driving in the shades of brown and lush,
Falling in the tones of darkness,
Of vulnerability,
Cheerful birds singing and lending paths,
Scenting the serenity in my heart,
Smelling the taste with all my senses,
Feeling harmony in an eternity,
Seizing the composition in the mind,
I felt free and alive.
But suddenly I was pushed into reality,
Community and cities full of people’s misery,
Some crying for loss,
Some killing for a better future,
Some suffering in silence,
Some intertwined in the chaos,
But we all are lost and made this kind of nightmare,
We have freedom but we are not free.

And I gradually open my eyes and screamed for a while,begging myself and still wondering when did I lose my forest of illusion into a hysterical reality?

I keep wondering why some of us spare silence and sacrifice our values and beliefs while this is the moment to speak one’s mind,we are creating illusions for a better future rather than making a better present. 

Poetry

Endlessness

Priyanshi Shah

Once upon a time,
In the 21st century,
As our lives are entangled in city glow,
With our mobile screens, laptops, and social brag,
With our vigorous lives, anxiety, and outrage.
Being an old soul heart,
I rescue from the tangible jungle to uncover a place,
An impression bound forever,
Full of darkness,
Deserted lands,
A quest with pizza and cigarettes,
A stillness of music,
Where breezes can be heard,
Where stars can be tickled,
Where silence can be understood,
Feeling fragile and empty,
I look at the sky,
Full of twinkling stars,
Dancing, crawling, jumping, running,
In the shadow of a silhouette,
In the blinking of glimmers,
Howling and whining,
To just pause and feel what you feel,
To lose yourself in the chaos of infinity,
Touching the moment,
With stardust,


To stare endlessness…

Poetry

Insight

Priyanshi Shah

I often wonder what would be the world without the art forms?

Darkness Journey,
Monotonous Patterns,
Miserable Play,
Mundane Games,
Monochrome Nature.

But if we crave,
Art is an expression of ourselves.

In Dancing,
We relinquish ourselves,
Dancing to dance.

In Music,
We get lost to be found,
Music to perceive stillness.

In Play,
We visualize our stories and perfect climax,
Play of tales in our dreams.

In Painting,
We observe the little fragments,
Painting our energy with shades.

In Crafts,
We discover to fail and attempt again,
Crafting our own mistakes.

In Books,
We explore all our forbidden thoughts and desires,
Books to escape reality.

But special art form is understanding one another,

In understanding,
We feel our purpose of existence,
Believing magic can be real.

Thinker

Thinking tree

Priyanshi Shah
Our Vision

Thinking Tree is an initiative by a community of thinkers who endure that it is valuable to share our empathetic and learn from one another through the medium of books, intense conversations, formulating curiosities, and showing humanity.We have to talk about liberating minds as well as liberating society.

Our idea is to share our knowledge with others by immersing in dialogues, donating books, sharing our tales, and showing kindness in our modern world by anticipating a smile in return.

We are creating a podium for people who share their experiences and knowledge which would help us to build a community of thinkers which is necessary for our modern world,in form of documentaries,story telling,donation and many more ways where ideas are shared and developed through immerse discussions for betterment of society.

What if we start thinking freely, enjoying and observing little things around us, and making anyone smile by our kindness?

“Use your smile to change the world not the world to change your smile”.

For more updates

Follow us on Instagram : thinking_tree_tt

Mail us for any query or to be the part of the programme for betterment of society : 2020thinkingtree@gmail.com

Our branches of tree
Poetry

Strange story

Priyanshi Shah

What are we inhabiting: A System or A Business?

A path of evolution from assembling houses together forming cultures,
To attain a phase of creating fancy houses to exhibit.

A passionate society of thinkers,
To squeeze in a community of mass harvest of ideas.

A storyteller sharing joy and happiness with a smile,
To our pretty smile beneath our anxieties and depression.

A connection of being a part of the family or loved ones,
To dining alone with Netflix.

An exploration from creating and making mistakes,
To often live in fear, not living entirely.

An adventure to spend our weekends in the woods, stars, and mountains,
To consume our days in front of a computer screen.

A pursuit of understanding each other and appreciating,
To unfriend someone and dwell in despair.

A story of ethics developed through experiences,
To evolve in an attention seeker and relying on other’s belief.

It is remarkable to be a fraction of such an advanced technology but what about our emotional intelligence,”Our Dear Mind” which is regulated by our social community at the global status altering our personality and rendering us identical to everyone around?.

Poetry

Mystery

Priyanshi Shah

Do we examine our dreams?
Do we talk about our joy?
Do we discuss our curiosities?

Dream, Dream, and Dream,
Living like a Dreamer,
Visualizing the utopia,
Talking trees,
Walking leaves,
Nodding clouds,
Laughing lives.

Joy, Joy, and Joy,
Living like a cheerful person,
Dispersing in the utopia,
With darkness,
With imperfection,
With surprises,
With excitement.

Curious, Curious and Curious,
Living like a thinker,
Proposing our wonder in our utopia,
With observing the universe,
With helping around us,
With a caring individuality,
With a good heart.

Believe, Believe and Believe,
And hope like an ambition,
One fine day,
Our world will evolve with people who are dreamer,happy,and curious.

Architectural writing

Choice for future

Priyanshi Shah

As an Architect, I imagine recreating things from learnings of existing and reimagining the world with the present chaos.


My imagination train takes me to a world that is simple yet complex. It is a leaf that looks modest but when examine we realize the details of it which makes it beautiful.
A world of individuals called as thinkers and dreamers.
A world full of passionate people challenging “Why” rather than “Yes” or “No” and “Good” or “Bad”,provoking and maintaining curiosities in souls.
A world developing by technology and modern means but also as a human being. Getting old is mandatory but our thinking can remain young.
A world of “Kindness” and “Compassion” as our role models rather then T.V or Media stars.
A world where knowledge is judged by sharing and experiencing rather than achieving degrees.
A world where humanity is shown towards people without any discrimination.
A world full of strangers but connected through understanding.
A world where there is no level of hierarchy but a community of ideas.
Because I believe to solve the problem in our world rather than thinking or dreaming about society as per our comfort zone.


“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication”
-Leonardo Vinci