Often when I start to write, I
feel surrounded by thousands of questions. We all have several questions in our
lives, and we all are wondering about them. Sometimes our broken heart has some
questions, sometimes our lives have some and sometimes we have some questions
about our future up comings. We feel like we are heading on a road which ends
are so far, and it seems that we are not going to see the end very soon in
either way we will reach our destinations later, still there is a time to wait.
But the questions are still open and getting wider with time. I believe
sometimes questions are adding in our lives day by day with the more intense
frame, and we are not sure how to figure out about the answers.
Still the same questions,
Why there is darkness and passion
unfold?
Why there are lies, those are
untold?
Why are we hiding behind the
shadow?
What are we scared of?
Keeping ourselves at the back and
looking at the front row,
Why do we feel there is much more
perturbation inside?
Why don't we agree with our
consensus?
Though we believe we have never
lied,
Why we embrace others first and
keep ourselves aside?
Even they don’t care for us, and
we knew that,
Then why we care for them in our
ride?
Why we can feel sometimes tears
in our eyes?
If anyone sees it, we often say
that something fell into the eyes,
Why we hold ourselves in those
lies?
Why do we want to walk on the
road which ends nowhere?
Why we still believe that someone
is waiting for us somewhere?
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