Prisoner of your own mind

The wicked mind, how it works,
Weaving webs of thoughts, sown with wild pictures.
The net it casts catches you right,
With every movement you make it gets more tight.
Squirming and turning you try to break free
But the harder you try the more impossible it seems.
Beyond the web of thoughts and words,
Lies serene, a beautiful world.
But caught by the mind, your vision is coloured,
Everything looks misty, crooked and disastrous.
A cloud of fear engulfs your soul,
Your heart wrenching cries muffled to a moan.
You know the way out, drop the thoughts that’s all,
But alas you’re caught within your illusory prison walls.

Bored to Death

Bored to death, but death evades me.
Wonder what lies behind life’s screen.
A reflection of life or something serene,
Beauty and pace replete with harmony,
Or a painful reminder of a life that has been?
Hide and seek it plays with me,
Never allowing me within its reach,
The time isn’t right, there’s more to see,
A life of happiness sprinkled with misery, generously.
Pain is inevitable; suffering is a choice,
Whatever you choose, it’s in your hands my boy.
Smile through the thorns or cry through the blooms,
The feeling in your heart is for you to choose.
Death your friend will wait patiently by,
Reaching out to you when the time has arrived.

- Rukma

Drops of Gold

Drops of gold dripping from the sky
Got caught mid-air, on a tree standing bare
Shining, glistening globs of gold
Flicking the sun’s rays
What a sight to behold!

The mind silent
My eyes open wide
Mouth agape I watched wonderstruck
Could there be anything more beautiful at sight
This tree of gold, stopping in their tracks passers-by?

Of all God’s creations is this the best yet?
So bright, so beautiful, awesome to the core
Gleaming, shimmering, yellowest of yellow
Hanging in bunches, pretty drops of gold.

When love is in the air... - Poem

To continue what I said earlier about the connection of thoughts & feelings & mind set...here's another poem. Those in love would probably identify with what the poem says.

When love is in the air…

The sky is more blue
The sun is more bright
The mornings are so fresh
The night’s sublime

The flowers are sweeter
The butterflies more dazzling
The moon prettier
The evening’s velveteen.

The clouds are softer
The river more vibrant
The bees so much prettier
The rains so enchanting.

The stars in the sky have never shined so bright
The waves crashing on the shore are now a joyous sight.
The simple things in life have begun to have more life
I never realised it was such a joy just being alive.

But that is what love does to you
It changes your vision and uplifts your mood.
It adds a lilt to your voice and a skip to your step
Life begins and you never want it to end.

Each day is special, full of moments to cherish
Every minute is different, every hour unique.
There isn’t a moment when there’s no reason to smile
Life’s no more a drag but truly worthwhile.

- Rukma