Not Minding

I never know what is the way to be..

I remained suspecting, guessing the world..

fearing being different & being me..

I could speak the only way I knew..

singing the song of my heart

maybe not in tune of what the world was singing..

or singing a completely different song..

I didint wanted care for the world..

or for the song that it was singing..

I didnt wanted to care too much..only to lose myself

just being one voice in the many voices..

singing a song that I neither knew nor loved..

till one night in my sleep..I dreamnt of this word..

Not Minding..and I felt this release, the gates of my heart opened..

Not minding My Mind..I said..and Its fears, Doubts,

Not Minding the world..I said..and Its Song..Not minding anything..but self..

and then..I found My Voice like never before.