MIND UNCLOTHED

The darkness is dripping

From the roofs as the mind

Wandering aimless, in the alleys of time

Through the dust and the grime

Peers at thoughts in the darkness

For a tryst with a crime

Or embrace with a lover

Too brief for a kiss

Or a sigh at the sight of the innocence and bliss

On the face of a flower in a cracked flower vase

That is lying on its side

Like a delicate bride

On the altar of misguided tradition

With a smile, like a ripple

On the face of a lake

With a shrug of the shoulder, it slowly gets bolder

Its eyes full of sin and sedition

The night and its sons and its daughters to take

And then, the retreat

But without a defeat

And the sun, with its light like a flood

The mind then strips off all its thoughts one by one

Till, at last, it is naked experience

To face the torment

Once the passion is spent

And all that remains is the blood