Contours on the mind,
all south west approached,
gave me a reason to believe,
in the stealth of nature.
Spaces with zero gravity hosted
my thoughts and dreams, surreal;
and I kept counting the stars,
on all so primitive, Napier Bones.
Insanity shook my very being,
but unperturbed, I moved on;
with my brain running wild,
into dreams even more insane.
The words of my friends'
then personified to my actions,
'You're so insane, your thoughts so alien'
and I stood where I was so not to be.
Today I blame and wish to punish hope.
The trees i grew up amidst,
the winds of thoughts that shaped my mind,
they all are reasons, for my mind's prison.
© Rajat Mahajan. 2010