A letter to Thyself
Actually things never happened
It was not my fault nor anyone else's
And now when everything got swept away ,
Like a thunderstorm sweeps the city away..
Now when everything that happened seems like a fading-hue...
When the sky above me , is all black-n-blue..
When the scorching heat , further salts my wounds..
And all that is left is this , but I know wounds are meant to get healed..
I havent lost hope , just a momentary lapse...
Unknown reasons , a confused someone..
Heated up discussions ...... no particular reason..
Sulking into an AbySS , I know , it seems all so divine..
Someone has to understand , I know things would be fine... ;)