I am a wanderer
in a place not anytime
the mind stays not.
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Away in Mind and Spirit.
I lose track of the incidents
what happens I do not know?
much takes place without my knowledge
I am in the dark most times
not aware of the recent developments
much takes place in my absence.
I am being left out as often
not abreast of the details in full
kept away from the progress.
I am away from the rest
both in mind and in the body
absolutely distanced from the show.
Could that be a bane or a boon?
I really do not know as such
I am away in body and in spirit as much.
I make a repeat intentionally
as of being away all the more
am in peace all through .
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A Thought Nags
A strange thought crosses my mind
the reason could not fall into any find
could it be a worry of a kind?
I forget myself when the thought crosses
as often it could it eludes all causes.
could I locate it after a pause?
It haunts me as always and forever so
I stay aghast for a while not in a show
could it extend a great blow?
I am worried all the most
I feel the thought is forced
Could I be better off in its close ?
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Heat Beyond.
My clothes stick
soaked they are in sweat
an uneasy feel.
Throat stuck out
thirsty and desolate in all
an uneasy feel.
Eyes shed tears
irritated and red in all
an uneasy feel.
Skin becomes dry
withered and cracked in all
an uneasy feel.
Mind is dull
dizzy and desperate in all
an uneasy feel.
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A Fearless Mind.
A fearless mind
is all one wants
a fearing mind
is the one no one wants.
A brave soul
could create an impact
a timid soul
would cause a detract.
Courage is the need
go with anything in a dare
Cowardice is a deed
a go with it lets you bare.
Do or die be the bell
a decision now or never
do not withdraw into the shell
face at all times with moves clever.
“Mind” is the first word
comes up through the wind
the alphabet “M” haunts me
might be my name starts with it
the mind cam make a hell out of heaven
and a heaven out of hell
rings in my mind all throughout
what an analogue it is
the way you feel you react
the way you feel you express
the way you see you approve
the way you count it multiplies
well, it is the mind that projects
comes into the fore with a force
a travel down the lane
brigs in a lot of memories
a fund of reflections
all sign up now and at once
the mind bears
the happiness with a smile
the grief with tears
the shock with an alarm
the fear with an apprehension
yet it tides over the good and bad
resumes its equanimity no sooner
being its strength all the way
mind,accompanies you with a flourish
never rejects you with a tarnish
pray to have a strong mind
a lively vigour and a firm belief.
It is a battle
causes a big rattle
noise emanates loud
fumes go above the cloud
confusion is all around
what could be in the surround?
a disturbance all in the turmoil
presents one to recoil
yet the turbulence rocks
result in a block
that of the mind and the physic
strangle all to specifics
of great and small
could lead to a fall.
The strong wind came with a force
struck the land in course
ravaged for a few hours
every other thing went into covers
there was silence all through after
the wind subdued and blew softer
similar to the wind acts the mind
it blows fiercely in a kind
disturbs and dissuades for a time
turbulent it turns with a chime
then settles down all too submissive
so that be the case all too inclusive
a high and a low all too common
well, that is how it is is it not fun?
It is a long time after
the mind enters a situation
gets numbed as if in slaughter
remains dull without stimulation
the shock dumbfounds
try to get into the bounds
an attempt which is a strain
progresses slowly with a feign
a delusion of a kind
keeps us in a bind
coming out is difficult
have to struggle in and out
finally reach the pinnacle of fame
crossing over the hurdles rather tame
well, the prognosis is to hit the target
could be accomplished within the bracket
yes, it is the mind that makes the hell
could also turn heaven into hell.
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The Memory Forsakes
It is a carelessness
dodges me now and then
Could it be of thickness
or could it be in the dense
both the mind and memory
leave me now for a break
I do not know what to do
without them in the take
I turn irrelevant in a show.
Well they ask with impertinence
how long could we serve you?
you have to practice diligence
and revert your due
please allow us to rest alone
without your intimacy
we would be better off in tone
away from your dependency.
I have become a despondent
not physical in an abrupt sense
not have a stick to support
nor an aid to alert my senses
my eyes are not with glasses
my abstract undergoes turns and twists
memory has deserted me long ago
the mind tries to wander around
with not a stick I stick to a logo.
The logo tells of the delirium
feverish in the mind and thought
what would be the optimum?
unknowingly I hasten to the slot
where I do not recognise myself
I sit there in the amiss for long
my eyes hover not with a focus
soon I would merge into a song.
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