Bickering Within

One after the other, immediately with the end of the previous,

Thoughts in plenty flashes and disappears through.

Changing every second with a complete difference,

Not even a delay to single out any except few.

Starting with a picture till a never ending story,

Either of a pleasing moment as to cry,

Or of those to make a blossoming flower dry.

Of what exactly a person wants or is fighting for.

Why to bother some of you may ask.

But for some it may be a big and impossible task.

Especially the one full of any kind of guilt,

Cristal and clear for some time still remains the silt.

Burdened with grief though curtained which is brief.

One flash makes the whole of it to stir,

And once again face this unbearable pinch.

How difficult it is to be empty or have each under control!

It all depends on the being of an incomparable soul.

Because what we allow is what overrules.

It depends on you to have a stop or to continue.

You yourself cane find the clues,

On how to come out and what should be the rules.