Opaque and unknown, hidden n unjudged…
None knows its constituency, the inside of the dark existence.
And though, it appears to be, but it is by no means empty…!
Beneath lie zillions of undiscovered secrets…
…and what’s most remarkable about it is it’s pervasiveness.
It breathes into every breathing human.
We call it “the mind”
Often boggled, seldom at peace, it works with or without consciousness.
Its like a closet…with a couple of shelves, possessing both comfort and discomfort…
It works in the dazzling sun and in the crescented moon,
In the spring and in the autumn,
In youth and in the last phase of life.
It is a rogue, with the naughtiness of a child…
It is a saint, with a heart of wax…
It is gothic, embracing the spine-shivers of the spooksville…
It is a coward, dreading the slightest needle prick…
It is machismo, strong enough to shun away the unexpected shudders…
It is tender, with a femininity, sensitive enough to sob with every emotional outburst…
It is a believer, which can reach the intensity of fanaticism…
It is sceptic, doubtful of every step it takes in life…
So simple n yet so complicated,
The mind defines the state of our existence… with unfathomable secrets buried within itself…
Sometimes undergoing a state of inferiority, and at other times suffering from delusions of grandeur, the mind is the lightest collectivity---- of thoughts…!
Whose depth is an “impossible exploration”
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