Doubts:Questions::World:Life

Enrique Iglesias Lyrics
Tired Of Being Sorry Lyrics


why is it that...

we see some people coming close and we r happy
when it is sure that the soul is falling back

why is it that...

we do often cry over the best decisions
which we once boasted for years

why is it that...

some one teaches you the meaning of friendship and goes away
and you wait forever fr the day of her return
to learn the way how to live without 'em

why is it that...

all choose love not frenship and loose
but few choose frenship but still regret for that

why is it that...

ppl teach how to cry in love
but no one knows what to do in a lost frenship

why is it that...

The many gambles played in life,for life,with life
few hurt the most played "for life"
n you stop gambling forever..

You are RARE for me...

I donno, really not sure at all
Perplexed, lost in the endings of future
Only one single question, Today I ask
Sitting near some books, turning their pale pages

Who turns the pages of life?
one by one, every year
Today, reading the 23rd page
I wrote it, or am I mere a reader??
I donno.

Sitting in this serein weather I recall
each page when turned made a noise
don’t remember the earlier one’s
Actually don’t really want to

The last one, I turned made no sound
it just ended unknowingly
So, I read it again n felt
As if not got its crux….what it could have meant

Can’t I ask you for a wish, O Lord!
Can’t I read it again at least once,
Lemme do it once more
Lemme know what it meant

I won't turn the next page of life
Want to read those few pages again
Want to live that life awhile
Please, can't I ......

But God or fate or may be luck was not my side. I never read those few pages again. So closed my book and went away in the unknown, unpredictable, murky silence just with a colloquial smile with last few words , I remember I said
“Thanks God, but I won’t read any book again”

I Won to Lose

Why that win, today
looks so dull, diminishing
My soul, my today, my tomorrow
Everything fading to the end in future

Why the sun is dark,
forgot his shine I guess
Why my moon not milky any more
is it dreaming like me in his bed?

Why do I write; for whom; for what
what do I prove, miracles of past with some candid thoughts ??
Dreams made me dream more
My thoughts made me think again
To think of sum1 gone
Gone far away from that last fence,of love

Drop's Triumph or mine

i've seen my grass roof tonight

cracked at the edges like r love

its cold alone in this hollowness

dark n frigid as never before

Some say its rainin water

then why, seems like my blood

as if dripping down from top

as if trying to get freedom

That drop got what it wanted(freedom)

But like others,it too reached ground

call it luck, call it destiny

it went into some other edge in earth

Life must play many roles

if at all be called as life

Like that drop ready to imbibe

"unknown place, unknown ppl"

yet ready to remove thirst of all

yet ready to make new way

altogether, again, anew