World in mind its mine

by surajjangid

Published February 12, 2010

I am in it, is like the heaven of god it is
World in mind is mine ‘I’ the creator of it.
God in me gave gift to made it, as I begged from him
I am happy, have ecstasy as if I am in heaven of mine
But what happening now, the time changing his position
And making me restless, rough from every portion
He the mind now become uncontrollable like scare lion
I become the slave of his thinking as I was
The end come and I will win again
And the destiny will change again.
World in mind is mine

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surajjangid
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surajjangid commented Comment · Mar 4, 2010

Thanx for your comments.

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Howler
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Howler wrote a review Review · Feb 14, 2010

Yeah, I gotta go with Winie on this one. The longer lines are a little more difficult to read, and makes it feel somewhat clumped.

If I had to pick a favorite part...

I am happy,
have ecstasy as if I am in heaven of mine


There's just something pleasant about this line, just because any reader will be able to have their own image of what heavenly ecstasy is.

Have a lucky day!

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winie603
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winie603 wrote a review Review · Feb 13, 2010

Hmmm. I didn't really get the message you were trying to cross... then again, maybe it's just me. :D Well, I rather enjoyed reading this! However, I would enjoy it even more if the lines aren't so long! I would rewrite it like this:

I am in it,
is like the heaven of god it is
World in mind is mine
‘I’ the creator of it.
God in me gave gift to made it,
as I begged from him
I am happy,
have ecstasy as if I am in heaven of mine
But what happening now,
the time changing his position
And making me restless,
rough from every portion
He the mind now become uncontrollable like
scare lion
I become the slave of his thinking
as I was
The end come
and I will win again
And the destiny will change again.
World in mine is mine.


PM me if you need anything!
winie*



Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening