Mind when born has a vast space of emptiness,
A space completely dark waiting to be filled with thoughts
Thoughts, like stars in the universe,
Ideas like the galaxies formed from the clouds called experience.

Mind, when filled with ideas and thoughts,
Is a chaotic mess,
A place with no order,
A place with ever expanding thoughts along with ever increasing experience.

Mind when matured has many a things going on in it,
With ideas and thoughts being born every instance,
With ideas and thoughts ceasing to exist every instance,
They do not just die out like their physical counterparts, "Us".

Mind in all its phases becomes a better place,
With thoughts being born and dying out like supernovae out there in the universe,
With new clusters and galaxies being formed,
And having us to put everything in order.

Mind, with ever increasing experience becomes a metrodome of brilliance,
A place with gobsmacking thoughts,
A place with breathtaking ideas.

Mind becomes a palace greater than anything that has ever existed,
But with a great rise comes a great fall,
And like every other kingdom,
The universe thus created inside the mind comes to an end.

Mind in its final phase collapses like the big crunch,
Crushing everything that once existed in it,
Mind, like the universe, with everything so beautiful,
Ceases to exist, but leaves behind an unforgetable tale unique in every way.

- Pranav Khanna