Peace-first in thought,
And then, can be brought,
To word, action, reaction-the entire lot,
Slowly, covering us whole- leaving no spot.

Our minds are fickle,
Distracted by a trickle.
Can easily be disturbed,
Worried and perturbed. 

Composure is an acquired trait,
It takes practice and patience not to bite every bait,
Tranquility of body and mind keep us sate,
And prevent unnecessary strife and spate.

Differentiating trifles from true tragedies,
Realizing not all disturbances are maladies, 
Accepting life as a mix of pain and parodies,
And enjoying, when we can, the laughs and the comedies.

Is a recipe to keep composure and calm,
A natural elixir and the ultimate balm. 

New Story

In the night, as I unwind,
Events of the day rewind,
Some linger longer and to memory bind,
Others, quickly exit the mind.

Unpleasant days can spill into the night,
Disturb serenity, sleep and show their unruly might,
Cause and consequence playback and trouble like a blight,
Twists and turns instead of shuteye are not trite.

Calm and peace are a rare and rich treasure,
Its benefits are beyond count and measure,
Bring incomparable and exquisite pleasure,
Let you feel and experience life bereft of pressure.

With tranquility, events can flow like a smooth stream,
Good, bad, happy, sad-all can come and go like a dream.
All thoughts and feelings can play their part like a team,
Some stay as an inconsequential sliver, others shine bright as a beam.

How should I learn to only live in the present and not hind?
How should I leave past events truly behind?
How should I train my mind?
Not to be bothered with thoughts unkind.

Tell me if you know,
How to new seeds sow?
Not to memories stow.
Events that can make me feel low.

Help me with my worry,
Beyond feeling sorry,
Dark thoughts can turn gory,
Together, help me write a new story.