Mindgames Of Heart

Most times when 

A cyclone ends on the outside

It squeezes into a ball

And bounces deep within

Playing tennis with our thoughts

Right and Wrong

Leaving little peace of mind,

But Raging wars in the heart

An eternal conflict

A conundrum of all forms-

Whether to go with the mind, mannerisms of a woman

Always claiming to be right or

With little to no thought

Should you Follow your heart.

Mind has a silly sense of contemplating

Even the pettiest of details

Good, bad and ugly.

Without generalizing any,

the grey matter

Paints everything black and white.

Whereas the heart does nothing

Except beating aimlessly

In the grey area, constantly on a roll

And ready to avenge every wound if deeply explored.

So here I play the sordid game of explosions

Between cold-blooded war front and

Cave of warmth and peace....

Heart and mind respectively

And vice versa.