A Wanderer.

I am a wanderer

in a place not anytime

the mind stays not.






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 .






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 ?








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.






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.




flutter heaven hell Poetry strength.

The Mind ——–In A Flutter.

“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.mind in a flutter

block physic Poetry

A Battle

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.a battle

dissuades disturbs Poetry

The Strong Wind And The Mind

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?wind the mind

numbed Poetry Progress shock

The Prognosis

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.mind  can make

forsake Poetry recognize.

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.memory forsakes