Mind and its man often clash
Engulfed, blinded
By the floating smokes
Of the worldly fire...
Tumbling down with no thud
They keep striving
For clutching at a straw
Even in the hard-blowing wind...
Submerged in the whirlpool
Of inner turmoil, knotted
As a banality out of hard reality
They toss themselves
With a twist, twang and twinge
Finally transcending
Earthly line of demarcation.
Unlocking the painful casket
Of complexities of life;
Their outer and inner struggles
Create a comforting fort -
An alternative reality
For symmetry of tranquillity
And counteract and beat down
Forces of pseudo-reality
For their true selves
To reside in peaceful state
Of ultimate vision --
Eternal and Absolute Reality.
