The Mind's Chords

The convulsions of my mind is a unknown series of chord; difficult to follow but still vibrates to produce that muzic. A Weep has chord , a silent has a chord , a passion- a higher chord, a love has pleasant and a love lost - is a convoluted chord. Each chord strikes up or awakens with a chord of this life. A life which runs and runs incessantly. Ever Drunk to feel the exuberance of the pleasant chord, and your soul is on tweedy music. When you lose or when That crosses your mind you may sulk and would take the metal of the rock. Why I love rock, is that it takes me to the pinnacle of the emotions with its chords and yet so loud which it makes me forget a lot. But the sound has to end , and you got to listen actual chord which just now was tamed by the heavy guitar, the chords of you Heart which has beaten for That everyday overpowered by a ephemeral noise. I never owned it, it was never mine, and then still the chord stuck and to be bristled later. That beautiful chord unknowingly , inadvertently stuck so many chords of this left organ that when it got broken was a cacophony. That was so near but yet so far, that I realised there is so much between the lips, the distance which can't ever be attained. Never could ever explain ; somethings are done only lone. A hardship yields an excuse for a weepy comfort. Something you cant ignore , even if you do you cant miss it. The chord will play a day that it strikes so deep for even on a cross of mind. Whom to tell and how not to miss and how to move , Why ever it happen. A series of questions if you can ignore you are lucky, but you cant as they will be there deep somewhere imbibed embed in thoughts.That would make you smile for a bit but then give a sulk reaction of why it crossed my mind. How this chord would ache is something only the eyes and the painful heart can say. Each night , where you befriend the nature the moon and the numerous other stuff to keep that chord subdued. This cant ever be overpowered. it Happens so and so many a times Why?