Heard them talking on the telephone,
That the one who builds castles, is never alone -
So, I slipped off from my prison cell,
To get drenched in the rain and wait for my other half to come,
But none came and I was left stranded there.

Heard them whispering through the corridors,
That a man should be socially blissful,
So, I broke apart my handcuffs,
Ran down the valley and into the market to talk to people,
But nobody bothered and I was left stranded there.

Heard them saying at an old coffee shop,
That youth should be majestic with emotions,
So, I freed my soul from all it's chains-
Sailed away from ocean to ocean to calm myself,
But I was raging with clenched fists, everytime they told me I was not worth it.

I'm a human with two sides, embedded on my face,
Where one tells me to follow the others,
Whilst the other provokes me to trigger my mind, my body
When I'm feel inferior complexity in front of them.

I can't hide myself with a mask or a veil,
For these two sides won't stop their tales,
I force my poor self into blood and gory,
Only, to fail miserably and stand at the aisle with a red balloon(embedded "failure") in my hand.

So many cognitive terms you'll give me,
That you'll beg for water, you'll go thirsty,
You'll be tired of dealing with my emotions,
But, didn't you say that "youth should be majestic with emotions?"

Many say that I'm insane with no nerves to deal with laughter,
I don't crack a joke anymore, I'm socially "awkward".
But when I'd stand at the aisle to take a vow,
Watch me carry this emotion still -
"Faithfully and forever, as thy should know."

      
- Anurima Mukherjee

P.S. -. A personal battle with bipolar disorder, is what is depicted here, hoping that "mood swings" is not deprived anymore. It's serious.