In every moment of my life, I think...
To empty my mind of all thoughts,
And make it quite and calm;
But when I sweep out the older thoughts,
The new thoughts seep in rushing...
Like the air from snow mountains...
moves to occupy the empty space in hot plains;
The infinite ebb and flow of thoughts, good or bad,
Never lets the sea of my mind to be calm and quiet,
The constant turmoil in my mind does not let me sail,
How can I cross the sea to reach my friend waiting across?
How can I turn my heart Inside out to reveal you...
How I am blazing inside with the fire of competing thoughts?
I am being constantly turned to a smoldered thing.
MyKoul
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