Out of the odd don’t know why, A voice within me asked, “Who am I?” Answered each question with ease till date But today within me is an endless debate.
Am I the good girl all see? Or that crazy one I wanna be? Am I the one who is honest to some? Or who doesn’t let strangers know the real one?
Am I the one who always wants to be true? Or the one who trusts only few? Am I the one who is always honest to you? Or who hides from others the slightest clue?
Am I the one who believes to be lucky is reality? Or the one wishing to be part of some fantasy? Am I the one who wishes things that are brand new? Or one who treasures things even when it’s time to say adieu?
Am I the one who isn’t bothered about anything? Or the one cautious about small things? Am I the one who waits patiently for everything? Or the one restless to get that special thing?
What others think I don’t care To my loved ones am unique and rare My love for them will never diminish To myself I’ve made this forever promise.
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar
A wise man said, “don’t follow the money, Let the money follow you”, So I followed the latter, Wondered half the world thinking, I am flowing with the thoughts of the restless heart, Made friends, relations and emotions, Yet, I