MY MOODS

MY MOODS


What to do with a mind which,
Like a coin, has two sides?
When it’s heads, it boasts and struts.
When tails, it simply hides.

Which is my true self, I have
Not been able to find.
Sometimes I gallop ahead.
Sometimes I’m left behind.

Sometimes my life’s horoscope
Is ruled by burning sun;
At others, it’s ruled by moon
Which gives warmth to but none.

They say I am bipolar.
What this means, I don’t know.
But, even if that is true,
Am I abnormal so?



* Rhyme, abcb; syllabic pattern, 7-6-7-6
* Written for the “Images In Ink Monthly Poetry Contest”, "Invalid Item" , Round 7, October, 2008, hosted by stacylynn71.


M C Gupta
13 October 2008