Mind speak

ರಾತ್ರಿ ಪಯಣ ಮಾಡಲೆಂದು ದೀಪ ಹಿಡಿದು ನಿಂತಿಹೆ, ದಾರಿ ಕಾಣದೆಂದು ಭಯವೇಕೆ? ಮನಸ್ಸು  ಮಾಡಿ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಇಟ್ಟ ಗಳಿಗೆಯೇ ಶುಭ ಗಳಿಗೆ. ಮುಂದೆ ಸಾಗಬೇಕು ಇನ್ನೂ, ಮೇಲು, ಕೆಳಗೆ, ತಿರುವು, ಮುರುವು, ಏನೇ ಬರಲಿ ಸೈ ಎಂದು ಹೊರಟು  ನಿಂತ ನನಗೆ ಯಾವ ಅಳುಕು, ಯಾವ ಚಿಂತೆ? ಬರುವ ಮುನ್ನ ಸೂಚನೆ ಕೊಡುವ ಮರ್ಮ ಮರ್ಮವೇ ? ಅಳುವ ಮುನ್ನ ಭಾವನೆ ಇರದೆ ಇರುವುದು ಸಾಧ್ಯವೇ ? ಬಾಳ ಹಾದಿ ಉದ್ದಕ್ಕೂ ಹೂವ ಹಾಸು ಬಯಸಲು ನನ್ನ ಜೀವನ ಕನಸಲ್ಲ ಭ್ರಮೆ ಪಡುವಂತಹ ನನ್ನ ಮನಸಲ್ಲ.

Every now and then, life whispers sweet nothings into your ears. While it makes you happy and content, by the time you figure out the meaning behind those sweet nothings, the moment is past and the excitement has faded. You ride on a high wave and feel triumphant. When the ebb is gone it is back to the same reality, the same mundanes. Which leaves you wondering if anything is ever good enough to satisfy the human mind, to feel content that you have it all. The more you give this a thought, the more you realise what's missing in your life, resulting in a greater depression. And so it continues until the next tide arrives to give you the much needed push!

As the sky outside gets overcast, my mind gathers clouds too! The gloom and sorrow of the outside world engulfs my mind as well. The mind is now a mix of anxiety, sorrow, doubts, excitement, worry and thoughts all blended into a bland, undecipherable melange. I see the clouds clear temporarily to give way to a welcome sun. I feel my mind clear a bit too to give way to optimism and hope. But then the dark skies are back and so is the buzz in my head. The rain plays hide and seek outside and logic, reasoning, clarity doing so inside!

What can I do with a mind like this That wanders often and stumbles so, That hurts and pains but doesn't give up That searches for something it is not sure of. What can I do with a mind like this That desires what cannot be obtained, That seeks to find what cannot be seen That asks to get what cannot be achieved. What can I do with a mind like this That doesn’t tire, doesn’t stop, That doesn’t think, doesn’t deliberate That hardly knows what it wants. I could ask it to slow down; I could ask it to be careful; I could ask it to be sensible; I could ask it to grow up. But a wandering mind can hardly be curbed. You cannot set boundaries, you cannot tie it down. It’s meant to soar high; it’s meant to wander, Let me let it find it’s ground!

Grace, her attire Smile, her make up Tears, her expression Courage, her strength Love, her nature Affection, her personality Woe, her companion Passion, her beauty Faith, her anchor Intuition, her gift The better of creation, The epitome of love, No world without her, Woman- no one like her!

Tears that flow freely on, Liberate me of my burdens. As they fall they take with them All that I do not want for myself They take it all away- The pain, the sorrow, the unpleasant. In those drops I feel dissolve Life's great disappointments, many shocks and blows They absolve me of my sins And rejuvenate to face what's in store. Tears are a way to break free From all that holds you back in chains. Let them flow, I would say For I am not ashamed for them to show. I am not scared of being judged, Nor of insensitivity and pity!