Demons of The Mind

Demons of The Mind!

Looking at the bright blue sky I feel

Life is a rather leech like ordeal

When was it, my fate God sealed?

With whom did he make this rather strange deal?

With the burden of sorrow, rather low I kneel.

Looking at these roads which never end

It's a glee whenever they offer an unexpected bend

The distance always grows by furlongs, my friend

On these streets, rolling was I sent

My fate, it is I often seek to mend.

Among the clouds, shapes I often trace,

At night, among the constellations, rather like my face

Lost am I, in the world's wide maze

The frown,I find, even in my shoe lace

Why? Oh! Why? Do I feel the daze?

Your highness, up there, do you ever see down?

Do you ever think about the people, in misery, drowned?

Alone in a corner these folks are found

An unexpected joy for me, when friends surround

Yet, so often, I remain buried under the ground.

Craziness, of life, the things it makes you say,

Things surprising, It can never happen in the dream of day

Dilemma astounds, left to right the mind sways,

The murky past and the invisible future,all so gray,

These demons of the mind however my friend,

Are always born to be slayed.

Shubham Chattopadhyay