When the Mind Speaks

I. When the Mind Speaks like a Prophet

when the mind speaks like a prophet

let it, for it comes

from the hearth of experience

if love, compassion  and peace be outcast,

for lust, greed and violence to take root

there may be a price to pay

may be you, or maybe me

does it make a difference?

to remember Truth is not in the eyes

of the man or the woman,

you may chose to share a lifetime with

or your children, or parents, or friends  

or of the stranger, in trepidation

Truth is that which comes to you

in the most lone-some moments-

you have come alone and would

go back alone

yet, only a conscious love, a forgiving

compassion can redeem your life, and

another’s - there’s space for all 

on this planet and beyond...

be not the element that spreads violence

and hate, rather be it love and peace,

laugh at me, if you may

but there may come a day, 
you may sit and think.

and I shall not laugh at you, 
for I have been there

not once, not twice…I have lost count!

 II. A plea to the God of Inner Wars

one fine morning, oblivious as I were

I set myself on a road. As in a dream

not knowing there lay a road ahead

an abundance lay before me, 
and no path

with every onward step,

the path had cleared

and on that path I came to know

love

on that path I came to know

joy

on that path I came to know

peace

on that path I came to know

sin

on that path I came to know

anger

on that path I came to know

sorrow

difficult was the path, as it is

I embrace the side of love and peace,

joy keeps me company at its own will

sin, anger and sorrows

have lost their way, yet arrive off guard

deal with them , the god of inner wars

when the little demons come your way

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