A poem dedicated to my own self.
Sometimes I am sweet
At other times I am not
Sometimes I love
At other times I am neutral
Sometimes I am confident
At other times I am not
Sometimes I am witty
At other times I can really be a big bore
Sometimes my sense of humour is on
At other times you might find me in my complaining mood
Sometimes I want to be alone
At other times I want to talk
The truth is that I just keep on changing
As change is the only thing which I truly love and aspire
You never know the next time that you will meet me
I would be in which mood
The sweet mish
The reserved mish
The expressive one
The naughty one
The angry one
The confident one
The sensitive one
or The preachy one
Keep meeting and keep guessing...
Coz even I don’t know :-)
.There is no such thing as the resurrection of the dead. And dying is a misnomer because life, the soul, is immortal!.
I wrote this poem when the person who I thought was the love of my life left. I couldn't get her out of my head, so I wrote.
This is my second poem where I ponder over the meaning of life and measure its success with the ability to learn and get rid of all falsehood.