Things change...

I'm scared of being silent;
might the Questions chirp around me.

I'm scared of being noisy;
might I break the silence not-to-be.

I'm scared of being sad;
might I miss to feel my friend's joy.

I'm scared of being joyful;
might I cheer more than I should.

I'm scared of being in love;
might she leaves by calling me crazy.

I'm scared of being in solitude;
might I miss the Juliet near me.

I'm scared of being in dreams;
'cuz they make my heart go stop!

But I can't be scared of things in reality;
'cuz I've felt they change, They will change.

Twist a little!

The truth shows up,
the lie seems to.
The love happens,
the hatred seems to.

Truth is always blurry
Love fears being so
Lie is clear
Hatred gets pleasure too.

Truth and lie makes a chain;
Love and hatred do the same.
Picking one shows the world what we are,
hiding the other can only be seen by us.

Many a truth may cause a lie
A lie may be put as a truth.
Love for someone may result hatred in some other
Hatred for one may breed love for some other.

Wrong may be right or vice-versa,
I give my notions, you decide your own.

Rewinding Back

I had a little dream of you today
getting dazzled by your eyes again
Holding your hands in mine feeling real
talking with you away from the crowd.

Watching your face,I got drowned into past
which you proved I got you wrong
yet I tried you to feel right
I lost to you but remained stuck to you.

I remained as I was to you
but you thought it was fantasy of mine
as I opened my eyes I saw the dull sun again
I realized the fault was mine, you weren't mine.

I felt time would heal my heart anyway
but my image of yours wont simply go away.

Once n Never

I stop myself before I close my eyes,
But my voice loses to my 'unwanted' disguise,
My all anger diminishes before her glance,
there was a crush once,a lost chance.

Either eyes don't tell the truth,
or I day-dreamt as I walked each foot,
or better I am a convicted fantasizer,
I named it 'love' for a hypnotizer.

I felt the essence of my absence,
when I figured out you,then I, a nonsense.
My broken heart is half-healed,
I dont care if anybody has revealed.

Reality is never better than imagination,
'cuz we face real pain for a fake emotion.
A hurt is good for a heart, like mine,
love ain't easy, but find it , take time.