°• MERCURIAL MIND •°
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Unlimited gush of enormous emotions,
Entrapped in webs of bewildered thoughts.
Straining for all their subtle exhibitions,
Performing based on fittest survival plots.

For strong & weak types are mind shelves,
The former refrain accepting struggling.
Later complain all the painful cleaves,
Eventually seek the solace offering.

That's the instability as a mercury,
Splitting droplets down also uniting whole.
In a short time reaching beyond century,
Bouncing back to present via a cajole.

Being a dense quicksilver mirror wisely
reflecting the lights of thinking quality;
Let it shimmer brightly and flow
without solidifying its natural liquidity.

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Isn't it strange how mercurial love is,
for once, I was a stone
and now a lover.
For once, you were a lover
and now a stone.
A perfect example of
bizarre metamorphosis.

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I learnt a new word today,
And as I looked it up, it reminded me of your eyes.
The way they never stay on mine,
Not for long, they don't.
The way they are flashy,
Temperamental.
The way they are rare.
The way they are mercurial.

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The image of
your love
mercurial,
foments me to
feel bereft
suddenly
retrospecting
the way you devoured
every speck of my heart...

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My mood changes suddenly,
My Thoughts changes unpredictably,
My Nature is, not to be Stable...

Yes I am "Mercurial" !

"Still, When I see You...
I see you Constantly ?!?"

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And how do you expect constancy
From the inhabitants of a world
Whose fundamental facet is
Mercurialness?

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Just like the flowers bloom
and wither,
your love bloomed and withered.
But it didn't drop down to the ground,
my dear, it was love,
so what if it was mercurial?
It was a part of you for the part of me,
and that was enough.
That being the reason,
I preserved it in my heart,
forever .

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Often I feel...
You are my whole life,
& I'm not even a jiff of it...
You are my soul,
& I'm not even a breath of it...

Often I feel...
You are the mercurial wind,
& I'm not even a trivial gust...
You are the sleep of night,
& I'm not even a blink of yours...

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Musicians
never discuss
ideas as
they are
mercurial !!

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Does morning mourn

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