Years pass by but the pain refuse to subside,
seasons alter but the memoirs still preoccupy,
it was intense, it was profound, that shook me and my mind,
was it real..? eternal..? or just a mirage…
the quest still leaves me confined.
I tried to console and repair my heart,
to withstand the ugly hours and difficult times.
my mind just can’t stop wandering,
through years and seasons…no matter how much I try!
Solitary Mind
30 Wednesday Sep 2009
Posted in Glimpse of life.., Life at stake, Verse
Floral Fragrance 
Nice one as usual – A drunken monkey the mind sure is 😐
Thanks dear… :), only if we had some way to captivate these drunken monkey mindz 😉
This little poem tugs at the heart! The mind is a strange thing. Is it a creation of the brain or more than that? It works in the brain we think but it is a combination of the physical, mental and spiritual state. To keep that in control (and must we?) requires a knowledge of who we really are!
Swaram: My mind is usually like drunken monkey! People have called me such names in the past too! LOL another pj from me.
Oh yes Anup, mind is indeed a strange thing…..! I wish it was like a slate and we had an option to erase all that we wanted and set it free from unnecessary burden…for ever and ever… 🙂
Hey… Well written… (* Suji is simultaneously busy brushing through the Oxford English English Malayalam Dictionary for obvious reasons *) Blogrolling you 😀
Hey Suji, thanks 🙂 for stopping by, leaving your comments and blogrollin me..would love to visit yours too sometime!!