Bliss Abound, Death of Inner Turmoil

The tree of torment in the head has been unveiled,
With its poisonous branches of desires,
Now, it is time to axe it down,
Down to its roots,
Never to rise up again,
Whenever its seeds appear,
Kill it without fear.

The formless foe is the mind,
But it can be changed and be made kind,
And then it will be your ethereal acquaintance,
Therefore, master it with patience.

Why to crave for prominence,
You are ever great, build that confidence,
The wise man is unperturbed in honour or otherwise,
For he knows, life is a cycle of lows and highs.

Have you not realised, who’s your greatest ally?
Thyself has to be the apple of thine own eye,
For no one but yourself is the saviour,
Saviour from the snares of desires.

Your very own mind is the cause of your anger,
Ever restless, slowly devouring you like cancer,
Focus not on the faces that ignite your rage,
Have peace with the mind of a sage.

A wavering mind leads to fear and cries,
Don’t run, be aware and realise,
That the world is transitory and ever changing,
What’s there to fear, when nothing here is our belonging.

Pondered too long on life’s significance,
Simply to be happy is its essence,
Now you know, therefore grief not,
Entangle your mind from the deepest knot,
And allow the bliss to flow,
And your life will glow.