It always talking , To me , Sometimes I listened

 Or was it I who talked , to it ! and it that listened ! ?

It would always remember , what happened , in the past

Or was it me who remembered and it which helped me remember

It created stories , added colours to what I ve seen

Sometimes as lies , Sometimes as exaggerations

It coloured the reality around me with its own thoughts

Thoughts and judgement , Prejudices . It was having a mind

My mind was having another mind ! of its own

It was shaped , by what I learned , What it learnt ,

It would filter reality to suit what it wanted to hear

Or was it I that filtered and fed my mind !

Sometimes when no one was there and I was all alone

It was the only human , sane , insane , stupid , intelligent partner of mine

It at times wanted to kill me , keep me alive too .

I too wanted to kill it and keep it alive !

Was I the only man , in humanity with a mind !

No no ..Even those I loved , Those I hated , Those to whom I was indifferent to ..

All had a mind , Sane minds , Beautiful minds , From Kerala , Kollam and Kasargodes

Minds which was shaped by environment , Later controls the environments

Mind was perhaps something dangerous , something creative too ..

It was my voice , Perhaps , I was its voice too ! We were both Voices of life in us !

Entwined and destined to live with each other in every of our waking hours .

I slept when my mind slept, I woke when it had dreams and I sensed it !

I had to live with it , Befriend it , It had to live with what I am , To befriend me too

It was a monkey , It was a sage , It was sane as it was insane

It changed colours , shapes and form to suit the occasion

It was the intelligent man in me who wrote , It read what I wrote ..

Passed of judgements about me , about itself !

I had to live with  it , my mind ! My soul , there was no other way

Others I knew and loved too got to live with it ! there was no other way

I meditate upon the feet of those who befriended it

Those who used it to set themselves free .. Jnaana Yoga .

Osho , Buddha , Jesus , Krishna , Flowers of human consciousness

Fragrant , sane , divine , rose flowers , Jasmine and lilly !

Paths of love and devotion , Dicrimination and sanity !

Drik Drishti Vivechanam !! (Dicrimination of the seer and the seen )

Perhaps it needs to free itself from me too ,

 My wants and needs ! desires and dissapointments

The key perhaps was to listen to it , To hear what it wanted 

To help it not to judge , or to colour , To help it sleep and eventually die , with peace !

So that you can truly , be alone , Independant and alive !

Let peace be upon you my mind , Rest in Peace ! I have for you my prayers !

My mind , the mind of the readers , That of those who dont read too !