mr_asante's blog

Beauty embodies you.

 

Through each and every neuron 

 

Creating a new path way for new beginnings

 

The life line of a memory, the spark of a thought

 

Suddenly ignited by an emotion.

 

Be it love? hate? or everything in between.

 

The Mind is a life line.

 

It tells us when to kill

 

When to be killed 

 

When to survive 

 

Survival of the fittest maybe.

 

The fittest mind 

 

The mind is a container 

 

Where man chooses to store up his true self 

 

The societal “him” and the true “him” 

 

Society causes the Mind to build walls

 

Walls not made of bricks and stones!

 

No!

 

Walls of emotions, thoughts!

 

Walls so high one wonders why?

 

Just so the true him 

 

Shrivel, cold, scared

 

Might be protected.

 

From the claws of societal judgment.

 

So the mind in its bid to fight 

 

Presents the societal “him”

 

An epitome of what society seeks

 

A controlled freak 

 

Oh what a beautiful day it would be 

 

If the true “him” were to emerge 

 

Strong and victorious 

 

No boundaries, no fears nor regrets! 

 

Just freedom to be “himself”

 

But then again society is King 

 

So the Mind shall continue to protect “himself”

 

Till that day, when freedom shall see the light of day. 

 

And rule the Mind again.