Mind

Trouble comes when we perceive any thing
in sound,but purity and aroma of  song set the
symphony like the scattered raindrops glittering with 
clarity.
words  are  golden arrows that try to open
the locked mind,
but never be able to open ever.

Thoughts  are moving  in the minds
of  persons,who is haunted orcaptured
by them.
silents and moods are like twin sisters
of blue mountains
They always changing them selves instead of
some ego clashes.
and never changing with simple movements.

Black minds  willnever open  and,
never become silent ,can not  achieve innocence.



sreedevinair.-----(wandering mind)---poem