Monday, May 23, 2011

anguish




Why people change



I always ask that to myself…






Was it my fault or their requirements….


I always ask that to myself…






Come January it was cold, in June it turned hot, and then it drizzled…


Happy was I, as ever in those three seasons… then it changed, why


I always ask that to myself…






Perception turned mirage and assumption turned real


Where did I go wrong?


I always ask that to myself






Fill in the blanks was thy nature


I suited the best – time being


Why I could not picture the cruel


I always ask that to myself..






Was it a human in me?


Or was fool in me...


I wonder what I was


I always ask that to myself...






Gratitude was an irony?


Helpfulness was an agony?


It did seems facts now,


Yet


I always ask that to myself...






Reasons galore


Excuses erupt


Shredding me in pieces


Leaving me in turmoil






Why there has to be a reason


Why there has to be a name


Why can’t a relation be above all?


Why all has to be a purpose…


Why tears needs to be defined…






Why can’t it be like a clear sky!






I always ask that to myself.

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