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TRAPPED BY MY OWN MIND

Poetry By: Shweta
Poetry


My own brain child.....read it n post comment ..how is it?


Submitted:Jun 12, 2010    Reads: 348    Comments: 9    Likes: 4   


I asked my mind," How are you, Dear?"

My jubilant mind replied,
"Oh! My home base, bring me some beer,
And joyfully cried,
I feel like on cloud nine, what else to say."
I giggled and said, " You seem to be so gay,
Which makes me smell something fishy."
Up came the reply from my unpredictable mind,
There is nothing fishy Oh my Sushi!
Don't you believe your loyal mind?
I want you to take on an ecstatic ride,
And let you explore this world so wide,
Come out of your cacophony and embellish you life."
I asked, " What if I land up on the edge of a knife '
Sorry! I cannot risk my life, I am afraid."
"Oh my all kinds of pies! Why don't you understand,
The sentiment of my merriment!!!!"
I gave a hearty laugh and yielded to his desire,
Unaware and unseen of a possible nearby mire.
Together we went on a joyride so profound,
That my happiness knew no bound.
He made me visit places like Never Never Land,
On the beaches, we built castles of sand.
He made me do things of which I wasn't sure,
And once addicted to them, there was no cure.
We spent whole day in carousing,
And then whole night in snoozing.
He kindled my all carnal desires,
Delighted with my carte blanche which never tires.
I started flying on a carpet of ecstasy,
Wanted always to be dipped in the liquor of fantasy.
And then suddenly, one day,
Without having me anything to say.
My sultry mind started sowing seeds of infatuation,
I was taken aback and asked,
"Are you aware of its ramification?"
My miscreant mind replied,
'Don't be afraid of repercussion,
I'll unravel a world of unprecedented event."
Hearing this I wanted to faint.
And said, " Don't trespass this forbidden line,
You'll be blamed for this desire so divine.
I thwarted my mind a lot.
But all in vain.
So, I have now surrendered to him like a tot.
And now the situation somewhat is like -
My mind is not under my control,
Instead I'm under his control.
As a foreseen consequence, things didn't go well,
And now my somber mind has nothing to tell.
He now just thinks thoughts of his own,
And keeps inflicting me on and on.
Now I feel like trapped in a stingy cell,
Where not even a single ray of Sun fell.
He always pines for his beloved and remains blue,
Along with him, I'm too, bound to rue.
I wanna end it but have been so badly repressed,
Oh! How desperately I wanna it to be redressed.
Now I look upon for my amicable conscience's birth,
With my bloodshot eyes and a bloodstained heart.
I wish her to take me to a state of nothingness,
And tell her, " See my fickle mind has become so meaningless."
Help my freaky mind to take some rest,
So that he once again start to work at best.
Refurbish, revamp my rotten mind,
Which is no longer to me kind.
Oh! Sweet conscience,
Come and save my beleaguered MIND.





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