Saturday, December 31, 2011

In the eyes of twenty eleven.

11end

I remember saying, may twenty eleven be the best year yet.
Yet it was more than a trying year
At due times, more than I could ever understand or handle
Kept striving, kept asking why, suffered, cried.


Passing by the motion of days
I looked around and still did not understand why


Then one fine day, life just stood still
with so much faith and trust i was holding, i was left with completely bare hands


up till now,
i will never know the reason why
up till now,
i keep asking why


today.
I believe, yet i do not believe
I trust, but half of me does not


twenty eleven left me hanging on a thread like this.
and i never expect anyone to understand this pain.

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