This poem is about that stream of thoughts which seem to have a plan of their own and make us a silent witness as we sit back and try to understand what the mind is telling us.
At last memories of the “ferocious beast” left her thoughts and dreams never to return. At last she escaped from the clutches of the cruel and ferocious beast—the tsunami.
After living for fifteen hundred years, he had enough experience to know that breaking a long term contract with one of the galactic corporations was next to impossible.
My mind- shipwrecked,gloriously so;decaying remains of dreams unfulfilled,adorn its recesses,emanating pungent odors
I try to talk to someone new, but my eyes always wonder back to you.I try to walk away, but always seem to keep up with your pace.I try to ignore your sweet little call
Joe stood there.Chills ran down his spine.Joe wished she lived for few more weeks.She was his favourite student. Joe used to watch her
Her sobs and tears were too much for me, So I comforted her with my jokes. And promised, to stay away from snakes, And all kinds of ropes!
Poem on Mind: ever felt that sudden rush of emotions or ideas which otherwise are quite alien to yourself…. that sudden upsurge of strength