They nurtured, taught me the right values,
Made me a man out of a boy,
Rose up high, out of the shallows
Of deep down-trodden scum.
Thoughts were carved on the mind so bold,
Now when heart tries to fly,
Brain sticks down, still old…
Books said these were the best of all,
The morals you learn will save you from a fall,
Stepping out into this very real world,
Shy are the books, for every single word.
My mind’s engaged in sorting out things,
Brain-- still way within,
Yet the heart feels no worry in moving ahead,
Ideals are bondage to it,
And all that’s already said.
The Delhi case; the prime reason.
Heart: enraged, mind: conscious and the Brain stubborn.
Blood was pumped to redden my face,
My heart strongly showed signs of its increased pace
Books, ranks, and money after all
Were flashed by the brain to give the heart a stall!
So much confused are we,
Talk of idealness when we lack real.
Sitting in a train, watching people flow,
Looking how busy could life be,
Contrast to the reel life show,
Mind takes a philosophical stance
Packs up the heart’s rage and the brain’s wants,
Like a tooth-fairy it picks up wrong,
Leaves in return a healed wound;
The scar wouldn’t last long...
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| Your mind matters... |
Face whitens, not of death.
Wants diminish, not the passion.
The reason requires conscience,
Rather than anger,
‘Ideals in a real world’… can’t be stranger!
Reach out for the perfect, while living through the real,
Heart would fly up, and brain stick down,
Situations may grab you, confuse you,
Yet… the Brilliant Mind would never let you down…
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