MIND IS A LANDSCAPE
By Sania Zakir
Human mind is a green landscape,
No open doors or windows to escape,
Is this earthy life, a pleasure out of guilt?
Or, a rare treasure covered in silvery gilt,
A faulty mood always triggers in lime light,
This is what I quite often do in my leisure,
Fill in my all blank gaps of old memories,
Life never goes ahead with all those theories,
I am absent often in an extreme radical coma,
Embracing all together in splendour of aroma,
Touch me not; I am a silent volcano to blast,
Mind turns to be a landscape so often and fast,
Someone is like a bounty from heaven above,
A beauty built within me of sacred pious love.
This is just a feel of guilt on hidden desires,
Never go in reverse; more of an unknown curse.