Crazy Minds At Work

there are no options
the night is still young
memory about lost love is not good
i am not sure what i feel
i dont know what i did
pray that i dont regret it
am i supposed to say such things
and i cant stop thinking that
i am pyscho and bloody liar
and i need some ammo
i dont fucking know what to do
i start a new conversation
when others dry up
i make the rules
so shut up
coz you just got lucky baby

P.S. :- This poem is entirely made of lines i said to people while chatting with them last night. If it makes any sense to you please use the comments section to share your interpretation. If it does not make any sense please leave your email id in the comments section.

Only for grown ups…

Sham hui to ghar se nikle
Main, babuji aur chunmun
Saer sapata aur masti karne
Sun.ne sham ki meethi dhun

Pahele boli chidiya rani
Main chali hun apne ghar
Daana lekar, cheen cheen karke
Aur faila k apne par

Fir mila humein kala kauwa
Bola hun main bada sayana
Kaayein kaayein cheekhta raha
meetha soch ke apna gaana

andhera jab Ghana ho gaya
ullu uth ke khada ho gaya
jugnu bhi jhaadi k peeche
kabhi jala kabhi fuse ho gaya

hai achaa sehat ke liye
roz sham ko masti karna
raat jo laye aisi adbhut cheezein
raat se bhala fir kyun darna