December 12, 2009

What a Mind

What a mind is this ?
is ignorance really bliss?
something is amiss,
most thoughts I dismiss,

What a mind is that ?
sometimes crooked sometimes flat?
wants to be thin but is fat,
oh what a brat ,

Where is your mind ?
going forward and then rewind?
stay focused or spread your wings,
life s like that...and a few other things..!



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9 comments:

  1. Roshmi Sinha12/12/09, 2:01 PM

    Nice words...

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  2. Chithira Menon12/12/09, 11:42 PM

    good one..the doings of the mind is an unfathomable tale...

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  3. aayan12/13/09, 2:43 PM

    @ Roshmi...this is not really a poem...just felt like scribbling a few lines...

    @ Chitz mind does things which sometimes defies logic...thanks for dropping by..

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  4. Chetan Maheshwari12/13/09, 4:06 PM

    nice words

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  5. Roshmi Sinha12/13/09, 8:36 PM

    Yes. But the words... have a poetic feel about them.

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  6. aayanman12/13/09, 8:38 PM

    @ Sure, thanks Roshmi. :-)

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  7. Razzer12/14/09, 7:12 PM

    Wot a mind,
    How divine...
    I think and I crave,
    I play foul and then behave,
    my aim is wot i truly search for,
    Am I really born for a purpose or.....

    Damn...wot a mind... :-)

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  8. aayanman12/15/09, 8:02 AM

    @Anand

    damn wot a mind
    have to go through the grind,
    have come too far to look behind,
    this is by design,
    keep going is the sign...

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  9. aayanman12/15/09, 8:03 AM

    Thanks for dropping by Chetan.

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