My Fickle Mind

By Sabhyata Ravjani

My fickle mind,

always such a hurdle in the way.

A potent reminder

of the uncertainty of this existence.

The potentially haunting decisions 

combined together to form the Tumbling Tower.

My fickle mind,

the intangible foe. 

Do I, at last, decide what befalls me

or has my fickle mind taken over?

Likely, unlikely;

a moment I am in great awe 

the next, I despise.

Reproach me, for I am to blame

for I feel the remorse all in my veins 

for the dislike.

Need I remind myself,

never a one is perfect. 

Find me brooding over the probability 

of whether I am capable of loving any living soul.

I beg to differ

for hate and love could very much be selfsame. 

My fickle mind

and the path that drives me along

into and through the gates of life. 

As is known for its ups and downs

yet, has never been so prominently bumpy. 

Oh, I wonder

be it hell or heaven,

when will this undetectable journey be over.

My fickle mind,

the great perhaps

a game of chess,

for I cannot decipher which chessman I am chosen as.

Do I die living this life?

Oh, it has hit me

For, I am life.

By Sabhyata Ravjani