Mind is a mysterious cage
A playhouse for illusions and vanity
Many desires, in one moment
And the splendor of laughter turns
In another moment to grief stricken
Tears… welling in the eyelids.
The shores swoon in ecstasy,
With every waves, enrapturing it.
And when it returns, a pyre burns
Inside the amiable bosom.
Search the bloom inside a bush and
The finger is bruised with a thorn.
When life’s music surges onward
Grief imparts its tragic pitch
To a discordant melody.
Like shadows cast by the burning candle
Glamour of life, cast futility in its wake.
Dreams bring vivid grandeur to life
Though fleeting, ephemeral, evanescent
Yet gives a semblance with reality
Of coveted afflictions of the mind
Of Love, of beloved and of harmony…