~~ Veracity ~~

People are lucky and unlucky not according to what they get absolutely, but according to the ratio between what they get and what they have been led to expect. Sometimes I feel I am the chosen one – chosen to deal with one problem after another. My mind yearns for peace. I am sick and tired of the restlessness I’ve been experiencing since ages now. Sometimes I want my brain to go dead…

…and sometimes I feel I’m being so ungrateful.

Every time everything seems to go right
Something precious to me goes out of sight
You wish to win and gain, yet to gain you need to lose some
I wish it wasn’t YOU who had to be the reason why I’m in such a confusion

I get a smile, a door opened for me
What could have possibly gone erroneous?
Why am I so stupid?
I should just go and slay myself.

I told myself things will be different this year
But apparently they are the same I fear
I just wish it hadn’t had to be you…

Why?
What do I possess?
I don't understand
But then again
Nothing makes sense to me…

Why am I so unlucky in love?
Have spent so long knowing
Knowing there is no hope
For the one that completes me
Not sure you would recognise me
If you were here

I watch, read and speak
I conjure up
The perfect you

Your voice
Your arms
How you will make me feel

You would think me pretty
Funny
Kind

We would be each others
Last phone call
And the first kiss

You will like me
For me

No lies
No games
No pretence


I am time's prisoner
Time that plays with my heart
But if you wish
I will try my hardest
To charm time
And have time

Let me love you
For now
I can promise nothing
Except an undying friendship
But the thought of you with another
Makes my heart ache
So there is hope
Forever there is hope
If you wish to waste your time
On a fool
Like me…

Yet I am wretched in love
And my ideals have disappeared
The you I created is not him
I am completed
Yet still broken
Will you recognise me
When I am there?