Sometimes I wonder Was that bonding and those years were all fake? You don’t even like remember me or miss me? It didn’t mean anything? Nothing? Seriously? My heart clinches and sinks when after a moment I realise that this all might be true.
Mute the chaos. Aim. Shoot.
Come. Let us keep driving Until we reach the horizon.
No doubt, I miss you. But how am I to accept the fact that you blamed me for your failure even when I did everything in my capacity to help you, sitting miles away. How is it my fault that you forgot – I can just help you and not do your work for you….
It isn’t the moon But the stars That make sky beautiful
Draw the curtain Switch off the lights Blow off the candles. My eyes still have enough spark.
Emotions have taken back seat somewhere, even the rear-view can’t see its reflection.
There is still a lot For you to understand. But I haven’t got anything To say anymore.
Sometimes the dust In the eyes Keeps you sane.
He said How pretty my eyes are What he found pretty Was the pain hidden in them
“They won’t understand.” “Well, it’s your task to make them understand.” “What if they don’t even want to hear what I have got to say?” All you can do for someone is help at most, in the end they have to do it for themselves, you cannot do things for another. You can bring water…
People : ” Look, happiness is standing there with her.” Happiness : “From where did she find that con artist? “