At Times
At times I wonder, wht if life is a gift,
Will v still live it, like wondering in a mist?
At times I wonder, y do v live?
If at the end of the day, v can't even selflessly give,
At times I wonder, wht if sum1 waz to answer all my queries,
Will it mean there will b no more hurries,
At times I wonder, y r things termed as important,
Wen they r actually reality 4gotten,
At times I wonder, wht happens wen a person dies,
Is it nothing, end of everything or is there a big surprise,
At times I wonder, how easily v decide tht sum1 is successful or sum1 has wasted his life,
As if, wht v kno is actually correct n other r just lies,
At times I wonder, v celebrate birthday in happiness tht sum1 is growing big,
Wen in fact it is time fast approaching wen u'll need a wig,
At times I wonder, where hav all those years flown,
N wht things I shud b happy abt, n wht all shud I mourn,
At times I wonder, y does it feel like, things tht v don't hav, r exciting, n hav more value,
& wen v hav them, v wonder is this all there waz to it, it's boring, n sum thing inside u say, didn't I already tell u.
At times I wonder, y do at times, I feel like, therez nothing tht I want,
Those r the moments I hav lived, n rest r the memories tht will haunt.
At times I wonder, y does nothing holds my interest,
As if sumthing has given all the noises inside me a rest,
At times I wonder....
Deshveer
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