Mind Games Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

All of the people wonder,
why, they are single.

Free to move,
free to mingle.

Simple soul like me,
doesn't like mind games.

People who play mind games,
get the short sharp shrift.

Rather not jump from the frying pan,
into the fire.

My heart runs on simple desire.
Passion and kisses makes,
my world go around.

Hidden agendas mean hidden secrets.
Have not met.

Have a lot of regret,
wished this and that.

But mind games played,
makes me retreat,
quicker than a scolded cat

Mind games do not fare well.
In this wee poem, the truth I did tell.

I Siddiqi 12.07.09