Mood Swings

By Manoj Mathur

I do not know why my beloved’s mood changes by the hour

Like, during monsoon, the sun and moon play hide and seek

Being extra sensitive, one may feel hurt by a mere joke

Face streaked with tears, and breathing in short gaps

Even if I mildly smile, misery deepens further

Child-like innocence reigns supreme

Even though she has grown up into a young lady

Silent stoic people keep their anger bottled up inside

Better to walk away from the emotional volcanic slide

Never make an issue of your friends’ shortcomings

Recognise his exceptional gifts as well

Transparent kindness, love, generosity and humour

Agreed you are good, but ask yourself

Are you good enough without any ifs and buts

Never forget, there are many a slip between cup and lips

By Manoj Mathur