Today am happy to share an introspective piece of poetry by my mother Anjana.

Mind
The strange , invisible me
Playing me like a puppet
In its hands.

All of a sudden
When in a group of happy hearts
The neurons in my grey cells suddenly switch
some remote thoughts
Buried deep in my memory folds .
And lo,
amidst the laughter and gaiety
I shrink to my own self,
Away from this Now n Joy.

Amidst a mourning group,
Or sad events,
It strings the tune of
Blessed moments
Making me smile within myself.

How powerful are
The seeds of thoughts
Arising from the depth of mind
Controlling my
moods, words and actions.

It makes me dance to its tunes.
I become a slave to its
Whims and fancies
Losing control of my own self
And repenting later.

All happens in spite of
learning about
awareness and detachment.
When I will learn to tame
The wild horse,
And become the master from slave.?