This is the
fastest vehicle, launching
The satellites
of thoughts,out punching
All the fences blocking the upward drift
That carry dreams and desires very
swift.
Looks it, like a very deep gaping cave,
As if to expel out something much grave.
In doubts and qualms it forms a caged
bird
Yet can it fly high in the sky around
the world.
None here mostly hold the command,
Checking and seizing its undue
demand.
Potent to create and erase history,
Remains it, as an impassive mystery.
Studying others, it does coolly delve,
And ways for scraping, it does derive.
Standing often
for dicey challenges
Using
sometimes grimy chances.
Unveils, it your intentions or impulses,
Your culture, behavior and
manners.
Eliciting your passion,
accurately
And gives you a judgment rightly.
It is no doubt your remembrance
And contains it, your intelligence
And imagination with ideas fine
And imagination with ideas fine
To funnel them daintily to lines and lanes.
At the same time rejoice you
can,
As protection and consolation,
Comforts and cuddles, help and
support
Guidance and advice, it grants,
you clear-cut.
What is one’s mind’s exact form?
Is it one’s grey matter’s dome?
Is it the conscience or insight?
Or is it one’s sublime spirit?
It is your inner sense pedaling
The senses dipped in
surroundings.
Better, optimism let your mind extract
And pessimism, nip in the bud, let it.
Has anyone seen your mind and do you know where it subsists?
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Excellent post Sarala. Has anyone seen my mind? I want to open and show it but I am afraid what the other person might think.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much,SG.
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