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 philosophical question for anyone who has an idea. Imagine my hands are a set of scales. In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love. You can choose anything you want to place in my left
Sometimes, I just want to fly away and sit by a coast dotted with tiny creeks and gaze at the pebbles sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the stream while drenching my feet in water as pure as an infant.
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we