Mind

Mind, its like a butterfly
Rarely does it settle.
And always keeps on the fly.

Unlike a butterfly bound by limits,
Mind is something
Which conquers even the highest summit.

And yet, at times the mind
Can be so desolated
That it may be the saddest thing you find.

It can whoop aloud with elation
But then seconds later,
It can go deep down with depression.

The path it takes is unique to each one.
It can be straight or curved
Guessing which, is possible by none.

Mind, its like a butterfly

Rarely does it settle.

And always keeps on the fly.

Unforgettable

When I see a beautiful flower,
Her smile flashes before my eyes.
When the wind near my ear do whisper,
I feel her presence calm and nice.

When I see the Moon's shining glow,
I see her face full and bright.
When rivers in-front of me flow,
I remember her hair, dark as night.

When I feel upon me the shower of rain,
I feel her hands upon my hands.
Whenever I find myself in pain,
Her memories sooth all my wounds.

Chances of another meeting later,
Has been to zero, reduced.
But still it makes me better,
Her memories, freshly reproduced.

Walls

What purpose do these walls serve?

They stand everywhere, even on roadside curves.

They dissect the earth into many fragments,

They limit our minds to selfish segments.

All places are now ‘mine’, ‘his’ or ‘yours’.

No place is no longer ‘ours’.

As time passes, these walls heighten,

Along with which our minds too tighten.

No longer can we think of the plight of others,

As thinking for one’s self had become such a bother.

India is divided by the biggest of them all,

“Namaste” and “Aadab” are on two sides of this wall.

“Change is the only constant”: Marx said decades before,

Its time we change, build walls no more.

Rub out the boundaries, take down the walls,

Lets live together, for each and for all.