Things at times change so drastically that it becomes difficult to keep a track of what's right what's wrong.It becomes difficult to know when the past left you and the present blows you hard and the future looks so bleak.
Reality:
An Illusion Or was it just a bad dream?
Was sailing in the sea of ecstacy,
With dozens of liitle sparkling bubbles
Remembering those days of agony
And the subsequent moments of happiness
Wondering if it was happening for real
Or the long wait was over.
Take:2
Heaven hasn't opened its door to me
My gem was nobbled
Was caught in my deep slumber
Completely unaware of the imminent catastrophe
I got was what I dreaded the most.
Looked at the mirror and
Saw Someone I hated the Most !!
Now memories are my only salvation
Not sure whom to lean on?
The sinful THEN?
Or the knavish NOW?
