Saturday, December 5, 2009

WHY?

Why do we say things and then never end up fulfilling them?
Why do we say words of wisdom and never live upto them?
Why do we nurture feelings and then regret doing so?
Why do we think of thoughts that are restricted to fantasies?
Why does reality always seem poles apart from the actual dream?
Why do we fear bringing out our true selves?
Why do we complicate the simplest of situations by pondering over them?
Why do we run after those we love and not after those who love us?
Why do we arouse the fire of hope and then kindle the embers when they are stone-cold?
Why do people's opinions matter and not our own?
Why do words heal temporarily and time permanently?
Why does laughter seem alien even in the happiest of auras?
Why do tears flow when we don't want them to?
Why do things happen when we least expect them to?
Why, in spite of knowing the answers, is my mind plagued with zillion questions?
WHY?
WHY ME?
WHY ME EVERY TIME?

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