The Waves of the Ganga

The Mood They say that moody you are! It is not the Truth. If I am not moody How can I be a poet at all! I wonder! Always volatile the poet is, Unpredictable! Like a dog, he barks at times- You think Meaningless it is, Only to recognize The significance in the dawn! To be moody is gracefulness, For it is the right, The seeking process which The Moment does! O, bud dear, Are you also mercurial? As impulsive as my heart Always spelling Ding dong, ding dong- Or in systole or diastole, I know you are! Because how Ambitious you are! You have to blossom The next tick, may be The witness of the Great Event! So you are erratic; I would like to say Lunatic! The temper is of course a volcano. The Spirit in me, my liveliness, My acuteness! The mind’s un-colorful decorum The Mood! 9-9-2011 Note:Volatile = evaporating rapidly (chemistry)