My Mind Poem by Bichitra Anand

My mind, a pampas
Lying, glaring towards the open sky
A babbling mountain stream
An angry fireball sometimes
Blazing in summer
A lonely dove lamenting
In dark silent midnight.

Sometimes I feel,
Mind possess no existence
I am mindless, a monk
Traveller towards a Cypress destination
Unable to track exact lane to go
Move forward some furlongs
Back again some yards in slow pace
To change direction
For a unrequite horizon.

Feel weary, stop, sit, nap
My blank body panic
Rest somewhere in a tavern
For a while
Under a grand Banyan tree
With warm company of an unknown peer
To procure strength
Vigour and courage
To move forward, forward
And forward anew
Destination not fixed
Never settled
I am mindless, thought less
This is my mind.