oh you stoopid mind

guess this is one of those days, where i keep getting ideas on new stuff to post. maybe i'm making up for my short exile. :)
anyways, here goes a poem i just wrote:

"OH YOU STOOPID MIND"

oh you stupid mind - what a fool you are,
and how you've fooled me till date.

you think you know a lot,
you think you are very wise;
but its all half-baked ideas,
picked up from here and there.
and on those flimsy supports,
you build whole castles
of random beliefs and fancy theories.
nothing you know, or ever knew
you can call your own.
yet you cling to those ideas,
like your life depended on it. hah!

you hold on to the past
and keep returning to random memories,
you remember that glance she gave
and the three kind words she said;
you also remember the heartache
and the loneliness when she left.
maybe its fine you remember,
maybe this is whats experience;
but the thing that hurts
is that you won't let me forget!

and also on the other hand
you whisk me into the future,
you take me on these day-dreaming tours -
of people you wish were with me now,
of times filled with joy and love
of things as rosy as can be,
of hope so out of this world;
and then crash back into my present,
and make me sigh and cry
with the want of all the things you showed.

thus you play me like a puppet on strings
and shuffle me from the past to the future
and back, and forth, and back...
never do you stay in this instant
never really aware of what's going on now.
and hence you miss the beauty of this moment,
and then crib there's no joy in the world.

but now i've realized one thing
that you are not indispensable to me,
now i can see life without you
interfering every now and then;
without the ripples you always create
on the surface of my being.

now i've realized that you were
playing games with me all this time,
it was all a make-believe world
which you constructed for your pleasure.
now i've caught a glimpse
of what lies beneath you -
a vast expanse of a silent ocean;
where the past or the future doesn't enter,
where only this moment exists.
where there's no joy or sadness,
just the comfort of love and bliss.

now i know what i need to do
i won't let you cling to the past;
whether it be a happy or a sad story -
i'll just let it go, like i didn't care.
nor let you hope for a better future
however nice it may seem;
cuz i know the present is all there is,
its enough if i live this moment fully.
and i know one day i'll find
that you too will get tired
of all your constant waverings;
and the ripples will eventually cease
leaving the surface calm and bare.