capricious

Nothing in this world,

is volatilized in no time,

Like the mind,

May be creation or annihilation,

The mind, never mind,

The mind can run fast,

Without even pausing,

A new thought is born,

When another thought is about to die,

Yeah! It is destined,

The mind can develop,

Thousands and thousands of such thoughts,

During a finger-snapping,

Sometimes, it gives us fun,

And boredom at the other time,

It is dexterous to share happy,

Again, the misery as well,

Then simply,

What is this?

Unpredictability or mystery,

Untrustworthiness or uncertainty,

It is perplexed,

It is an amassed wool ball of,

All those adjectives,

Mind acts deceiving us,

Conventionally, the mind controls us,

But this matter should be the other way around!

There were people who had unfastened this perplexed wool ball.

To be honest, their minds were commanded by them.