Anuja Guha Bhayani
It is loud,
sometimes unbearable.
It is also proud,
as it maneuvers life and feels able.
It has a rhythm,
almost like the God's hymn.
The sound of my mind
is one of a kind.
Sometimes, like my favourite song,
sometimes like a hammer struck a gong.
It becomes louder when something's not right,
quieter when all is okay, and bright.
The sound of my mind,
they dream, scream, and it is like the moon's gleam.
It is a friend, an enemy, and a sibling,
like a phone ring, a gold bling, or a bag with a sling.
I have more to say, but my heart tells me to pray,
pray a lot, because that is exactly how you will slay.
So here I am writing a poem about the sound of my mind, giving it the much-needed poetic love, making it as peaceful as a white dove.