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!
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.