When life plays strange tricks you waste your time giving your everything to the person who doesn’t even care a bit about you. You cry, you feel, you love and you write for someone, for that someone special. And the same person loves, cares, feels and writes for someone else. Why is that we always fall in love with someone who never cares for you, and like that it becomes a chain. Someone loves me, but I love someone else, and that someone loves some other person. Why is the circle of life so strange?
When I decided I had to move on, I didn't knew what I had to do and still I don't know if I can do it. But it’s just that I pretend to be not affected by all that happens in life when I actually do get affected a lot. I don’t face that thing called feelings; I am running away from it. I don’t want that thing to change me from what I was to what I’ll be tomorrow. But when I am so far away from all that and I don’t want it to affect me, I still feel hurt. Somewhere deep down I feel unhappy; after all I have everything else in life and have lots of reasons to enjoy. I hate to admit that this strange thing still affects me, it seems so unreal of me to think like that Looser. I hate to see myself in that position, and I can't swear on this that it will not happen again with me.
When two lovers part, the pain of separation is borne by the only one person who’s feelings were real and honest. It’s like when two souls part to go to the heaven. I don’t know what more to say... but I don’t want anything to affect my will of steel, which I won’t. But then why can’t I be happy and enjoy every bit of it. Why a person coming in your life like a wind and fire makes your life so miserable that you can’t get off with the memories, you just can’t wipe out the remaining traces. Oh how I hate it, oh how I want it to just make me free of all those burdens.
When I decided I had to move on, I didn't knew what I had to do and still I don't know if I can do it. But it’s just that I pretend to be not affected by all that happens in life when I actually do get affected a lot. I don’t face that thing called feelings; I am running away from it. I don’t want that thing to change me from what I was to what I’ll be tomorrow. But when I am so far away from all that and I don’t want it to affect me, I still feel hurt. Somewhere deep down I feel unhappy; after all I have everything else in life and have lots of reasons to enjoy. I hate to admit that this strange thing still affects me, it seems so unreal of me to think like that Looser. I hate to see myself in that position, and I can't swear on this that it will not happen again with me.
When two lovers part, the pain of separation is borne by the only one person who’s feelings were real and honest. It’s like when two souls part to go to the heaven. I don’t know what more to say... but I don’t want anything to affect my will of steel, which I won’t. But then why can’t I be happy and enjoy every bit of it. Why a person coming in your life like a wind and fire makes your life so miserable that you can’t get off with the memories, you just can’t wipe out the remaining traces. Oh how I hate it, oh how I want it to just make me free of all those burdens.
What I may feel, or whatever I may not be, or something that I never thought of before could be making me go crazy. Damn it’s so frustrating!!!
I just want to be a free bird, with no limits and no chains to hold on me to. I want to fly in this world; I want to break free of all illusions. Oh god! Please let it happen before I break down..
P.S When I don't see you, I'm perfectly fine and I can move on. But the second I see your face, I'm back to wishing you were mine again..
Yu Na kheech Apni Taraf Mujhe Be-Bas Kar Ke...
Ki Kanhi Aisa Na ho, khud Se Bhi Bicchad Jaau....Aur Tu Bhi Na Mile..!!
(# sat : 3:40 am)
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