This way, that way, which way,
Well it’s something I can’t say.
Now, it’s Elation which I feel,
What is this sadness that grips me?
Please don’t tell me it’s my mood swing.
I stop, I pause, I ceased me,
Well, now I am running from my mood swings.
Panicking like a child,
Changing my mind,
Like changing my clothes.
Dynamic like a tide,
My Heart is on a rollercoaster ride.
Fear, terror, laughs and temper,
Running to and fro in motion,
Fighting for their turn to come,
Impossible to bring them under domination.
In a blink of eye, i am darn shit crazy,
Then the other moment, I’ll be happy go lucky.
Sometimes I am sweet as candy,
That makes me fantastic and attractive.
But, my tongue can be sarcastic,
That’s when I become pathetic,
And a bit psychotic.
At times, I can be a chatterbox,
Unaware of the fact when to stop.
But my mood can make me quiet for hours,
Speechless and reserved,
Impossible to utter a single word.
Sometimes, my mood, swings by the music,
Changing its pattern so acoustic.
On certain days,
I enjoy white stroke of clouds in the sky,
I enjoy the whisper of leaves moved by.
These details displease me,
I let myself sinking and drowning.
I wish I could be stable,
My mind wanders, it’s unsettled.
My mood swings, are hard to decipher,
Because it’s both packed and shattered.