
The mind is so transient,
denying to be patient.
It wants to wander,
to the very limits of conception and yonder.
It is a ticket less time machine,
a journey into the past, present and future serene.
Everything does it try to capture,
putting the state of calm in rapture.
Thoughts that speed at the rate of knots,
enabling one to call the shots .
Numerous are the moods at display,
bringing people closer or keeping them at bay.
Deep in the trenches of the mind,
are rooted experiences of mankind.
Fatal minefields and hidden traps,
think before you leap in this maze without maps.
When the mind is steady and things are stable,
even the impossible looks very possible.
But when it sinks to its lowest ebb,
inevitably you are caught in a gripping web.
Let thoughts flow in a single channel,
to see tasks accomplished without a hassle.
Walls to face and hurdles to cross,
a rolling stone gathers no moss.
Unexplored depths make the mind; a mystery,
allow it to drift and you are history.
Controlling the mind is a great virtue,
to meet thy destiny in a dejavu.
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