A Trip Inside. Poem by Bhaarat Kurda

Took a trip inside,
Inside my mind,
Eyes closed all silence,
Journey started frm the dark.

Slowly things unravel,
As i begin to travel,
Many mystries, lots of histories,
Nd i started to gravel.

A mind so full,
A mind so burdened,
A mind so strong,
A mind so hurdled.

It lost its beautity,
And the serene touch,
It was so damaged,
It was so butchered.

It was losing its power,
The place so in fear,
As I was feeding it weakness,
It seem beyond repair.

I contined my journey,
Started walking further,
I stopped before a room,
It was labelled as Treasure.

The door was rusted,
It opened with a creak,
As I moved in,
I found what i seek.

There was a lamp burning in the corner,
It was the light of hope I was looking to garner,
The light so bright it lit up my mind palace,
For my mind once resentful, it worked as a solace.

I saw wonderful things on my journey back,
The places looked wonderful, that were covered in dark,
This mind is sacred, free it of all shackles,
Its mighty, its magnificent nd capable of great miracles.