My Mind 

Strange are the ways of my mind.

Stranger, it's flight.

One moment it is calm and quiet, 

a torrential rain the next moment.

I try to harness this unruly horse.

But it's an attempt totally futile.

It gallops faster than the stormy wind,

unleashing fury and devastation behind.

Oh! Mind, why don't you be my friend. 

Be my partner and guiding light.

 I am your friend, it whispers back.

But it's you who has to take that stance.

What you think, I just compound.

You are my master nor I am a rabid hound.