At Random Does My Mind.

At random does my mind jump, from one thought to another,
Vivid in their clarity, distinct in their individuality,
Separated by a common theme, yet unified in their differences,
Like patches of kelp in a sea, or like drops of water on windshields,
Scattered, yet at large in the grand scheme, playing,
Roaming, loitering, exploring, enduring, exhaustive, redemptive,
Like links, that form a chain, singularly negligible,
Yet with strength to capture and bind the senses.
At random does my mind wander, from darkness to light,
Never defeated, like a candle that is not dead,
Even though being overpowered by all the darkness around,
Yet losing to, and against, itself, will stronger not than vice,
Like symbiosis turning evil, without dread or device,
No more the strength in the host that lies can bide away
Yet stronger to survive, though parasitic its guest,
Eaten away in its own large-heartedness.
At random does my mind float, from starvation to suffice,
Throngs of thoughts whirling about like the wind,
Yet stable and yet cruel, though simpler may it seem,
That the mind can rest at the soul's rise.

- Vinaykrishnan.
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