Mind is unstoppable,
Hoarded with millions of thoughts, one after the another.
Thoughts are diverse,
Blended mixture of different emotions.
Each thought, puts the mind in a new frequency.
The mind is forced to exercise each time.
Good or bad,
Useful or futile,
Whatever the thought may be,
The mind goes for a stroll in a park, every time.
But sometimes, mind does not want to squander.
May be thats called the state of complete peace.
Thinking nothing, but blank.
Blank mind, relaxed soul.
I sometimes wonder if thats called Nirvana?
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