Nomadic Mind

By Swathy Prasad

Mind is like a nomad

Who wanders in alien streets

With sworn of stress

And internal annoyance.

There is an emotional aridity

Which punctured my progress

And stole my stock.

But, I still celebrate

The power of my tears

Creating a new

Pathway of cure.

The trance of a broken mind,

Tasting the bitterness of reality,

Is like a dip in 

The river of reformation

And a new start

For the crushed one.

As I fall into 

The abyss of faith,

Lord shows me 

A better path

Lit with -

The cool moonlight!

There I come out

From the stoic state -

An internal imprisonment;

Ignoring the sickly rhyme.

I want to soar high

Above the clouds

Inspiring and influencing 

The crowd around;

Leaving some impressions

In the air around!

By Swathy Prasad