Mind – The Poem March 21, 2011
Posted by simarprit in Poems.Tags: English, Hope, Life, Mind, Poem
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If “dead” is the first thought in your mind
You still have a hope.
If the first color in your thoughts is “black”
You still have a hope.
If your dreams are all about “life unplugged”
You still have a hope.
If you see color of your face as “pale’
You still have a hope.
If the only thing you want to write is “your obituary”
You still have a hope.
If the only music on your mind is “the last post”
You still have a hope.
If the air around you smells like a “gas chamber”
You still have a hope.
If the only drink you need is “poison”
You still have a hope.
If the only thing you wish to discard is “your life”
You still have a hope.
If your all fantasies are heap of “nightmare”
You still have a hope.
If you pronounce your name as “shame’
You still have a hope.
If you abhor God and have no trust in “him”
You still have a hope.
As long as your mind “works”
You still have a hope.
As long as your “mind works”
You have a hope
As long as “your mind works”
You are a hope
As long “as your mind works”
You are ‘The Hope”
“You are The Hope”
Day Hundred Six – SBMBW May 19, 2010
Posted by simarprit in SBMBW, Some Battles Must Be Won.Tags: Beautiful Mind, Mind, SBMBW, Sleep
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What is a beautiful mind? Is beautiful mind a myth? Do some people really have beautiful minds? Are these “New Age Gurus” blessed with beautiful minds? Is going to these `Gurus’ a crash course in acquiring beautiful minds? Can anybody in the world make your mind beautiful? I woke up few hours back with series of these thoughts and I am still confronting them.
To me a beautiful mind is the one which makes an adult sleep beautifully like a child at night, every night. Of course without any sleep therapies or medicines. A mind which can empower sleep has to be beautiful, to give anything to anyone requires some sort of intrinsic beauty. My mind has always overpowered my sleep, it has always commanded and lorded over the fact that it is the sole deciding authority for - when and how much of sleep I can get. My mind has always been dictating the kind of dreams I am going to see and the part of the dream I am going to remember. I am sure I have a restless mind which gallops as if it is a horse in a horse race where the racetrack is big enough to accommodate few galaxies.
Lack of good sleep does affect my battle readiness, my restless mind leads to a restless body. I do fight, but with a restless mind and restless body the odds firmly stack against me.
It looks tough to win this battle without a beautiful mind, there is a lot at stake. I must fold within, as many folds as I need, as tight as I need, so as when I unfold it should be wrinkle free mind capable of conquering the galaxies and not intimidated by them.
I need a beautiful mind… Because Some Battles Must Be Won.
