A wandering mind and an untamed heart

A wandering mind and an untamed heart,
how do I give them a patient start?

 

Cosmos appears as a simulation,
that no one could understand.
No one here can live free of sorrow,
forever, either today or tomorrow. 

 

A wandering mind can't stop,
accessing a poignant backdrop.
to curtail the insanity's spread,
where I didn't bow my head?

 

Arduous exploits of the untamed heart
with waving heartbeats like a fine art
oblivious of effects, it plays its part
for a few dreams that the mind could chart.

 

I found no one in this world so fine
whom I can truly call mine.
Something that I could never forget
that I couldn't find any Juliette.

 

Just came across some excuse,
when I went looking for my muse.
Someone who is known for years
may not be worth flowing your tears?

 

Exhausted in battle, I can't deliver, 
no arrows are left in my quiver.
All I know of one eternal diva,
the Allfather whom I call Shiva.

 

Everything else undergoes a change,
in different ways they rearrange.
Bound by the spacetime's fragment,
to live free, live without attachment.

 

A wandering mind and an untamed heart,
how do I give them a patient start?