Sometimes - Poem by Haritha B.

This mind of mine,

It sometimes works wonders

and other times leaves me wondering.

Sometimes my mind grazes across fields and lush green meadows.

Content and satiated

Relishing the happiness of its own sweet existence.

Sometimes my mind, it takes on hellish hues

Colours of painful torment

A crimson red like a blade that's drawn blood

And a deep dark scarlet

A mark of shame.

Sometimes my mind is a cold steel grey

A void in another

A haven of stillness in an ocean of chaos.

The colour of lead and and just as heavy,

My mind stays still and keeps growing weary

Sometimes my mind is Midas' touch

Outshining the pomp and glamour of the night

It steals your eyes and captures your heart

Serves up amusement on a polished platter.

Sometimes my mind is a hazel soft brown, with a touch of chocolate

A warmth unborn

It's an old man's eyes and a mahogany antique

Worn out and wisened by the tick of the grandfather's clock.

Sometimes my mind is the colour of glass

Invisible and irreverent.

It spews out venom like camouflaged snake

And engulfs itself whole in the jaws of jealousy.

Yet this mind of mine

It refuses to stay stagnant;

Yet it doesn't sway.

Sometimes I wish I could shut it down

And sometimes I wish it were dead

Yet what can I say,

This mind of mine sometimes has a mind of its own.

This is my favourite original piece of writing. Though experiential, I love how it turned out!

(Yours truly, photographed by a friend)