Mood Swings

Swinging left...
Swinging right...

Swinging far right...
then Swinging far left...

O! This mood swing of mine!

Confusing my head like
Riding high on some extremely fast ride!

I am trying to hold myself tight
but to-and-fro gushing thoughts don’t let me stabilize

I then suddenly come to a halt
but the inertia doesn't let me stop at all!

“Yes this is right, but Why is this right?
It ought to be definitely wrong!!

If it is wrong and I know it is wrong then who is right?

Yes, I am right!”

Someone Stop!
Stop!
Stop these thoughts with a big sized full-stop!

Burdening my head, my soul and my goal
These doubts and undue swings of mood!

I don’t require a ride, Thank you!

Try someone weak oh you creepy swings of mood.

You make me mad and sad and act so retarded
Half the people I know then treat me in ways alienated!

The Latin you teach me, O! churlish mood swing
Is something I fail to recall when I am the normal angel with naive wings!

You are so weird, I feel awful after you stabilize
You are like a rhyme which some witches use to mesmerise!

You are black and dark and take my glow
Mood swings! I hate you!

Next time when you try to see me
let me tell you, right in your face

I am not a kid anymore
to ride on your witches’ swings and rides that give me wounds so sore

I know you are sickening, so dare not bother me any time
O you dirty Mood swing..
I hope my words are well defined… :)

Sadaf Khurshid Photography

Rusted Mast

We grow up!
We grey up!

All those rosy lanes,
Become a part of rain

The memories are vast,
Amidst the rusted mast

The life keeps going,
Like a sail-boat sailing

The winds determine our directions,
far we move from our affections

To touch the waves high,
Slowly that of which fade out of sight

I always end up meeting myself,
the one who questions me of my Self!

Why didn’t you do this and did that?
Why was there always a hidden want in ‘that’?

I don’t know what to answer
for Life is a huge wander!!!

The place where I belong today
Is where I was destined to be anyway

Be this or that or want or desire,
what still remains in that Fire

Up the stream I might reach the shore,
the ‘Shore’ which I was born to reach!

The place which would calm the fire, answer to me self
of all this, that and wants of my self!

I pity you.

You lied to me all the time,

You played around every time!

I sometimes wonder why did God create you?

You are such a messed up jerk I pity you.

The way you left me crying lonely at nights,
I kept waiting but you never replied!
The new girl you hang around with may be fine,

But remember you will be punished for playing with my soul divine!

Oh yeah! I sometimes wonder why did God create you?

You are such a messed up jerk I pity you.

They say love is to accept the other with its flaws,

But who said to love the one who can keep you at his paws!
Oh you beastly creature I wonder most of the times,
You are a mean, deadly Viper who should be left alone all times!

And so, I sometimes wonder why did God create you?

You are such a messed up jerk I pity you.

I wasted emotions on your sickening stories,
Solving problems and issues for your glory!
But enslaved me to be an African slave,
But you know you were powered by my hopeless love!

The reason I sometimes wonder why did God create you?

You are such a messed up jerk I pity you.