the mind palace

A place where everything is possible
Every act is tangible
Every script decipherable
Where every question seeks an  answer
Where every triumph seeks a victor
Every tragedy  a martyr.

The place I speak of is so intricate
Endearing, everlasting, so fragile and delicate
Tortuous paths lined by briars
Helping us distinguish between heroes and liars.

So  damned yet so divine
A place where every sequence comes alive
Where every idea comes to thrive
A place from where there is no escape
Where every fantasy assumes a realistic face.

The place i speak of is the palace of the mind
No dominion to capture, no treasure to find
No scores to settle, no axes to grind
Where Passion is the knight, weaknesses are the knaves
Thoughts are the masters and emotions petty slaves
Happiness is  the peasant who cultivates the fields of love
Desire is the corrupt taxman who gobbles  it all up.
Necessity is the  equalizer, who works for the greater good
Fear is the sheriff, always alert when trouble’s afoot
So many entities, all wrapped in one
Helping us run our daily lives
Till the setting of the sun.

It is when one of these go astray
Everything falls apart , we’re in total disarray
Its here in the Mind Palace where battles are lost and won
Where the Conscience is the overlord
Who dictates what is to be done.
Its here that our actions are determined
Where our futures are decided,
Where our fate is sequinned.

Here I would like to end this rambling thought,
By taking you to a place very seldom sought.
Its called the Soul, that supreme power
Helping us in our endeavours twenty four hours.
Forever  bright and a-shining,
Reminding us that there’s always a silver lining.

                                                                                                                        Rahul Bose