Dont know what i am writing here.
Guess everybody wants to hear the truth but cannot digest it , including me .
When i came to know Ayesha i wanted to hear it , but could not digest it immediately.
I had to take my time, she came and hit me like the wild wave that she was reminding me that is the new manifestation.
What a cruel game isnt it, first you tell the truth , and it does set you free, only to pull you back down.
It looks at your face and smiles, saying " Now Pay The Price, Mister" the price, i shall be rubbed, trashed, questioned, analyzed, till i am no more in a state to understand what was the truth anymore.
But i knew that you were a truth, i loved her was the truth, truth is painful was the reality, and i could but smile, holding onto that one strand of life, one tiny bit.
Sitting under the half-moon in a farm far away in the middle of nowhere, i remembered how i felt looking at her, an image forever etched in my mind.
I will come, for i did love , but do i know where i am going ? or you dear friend ? i am leaving everything behind, i am moving towards that.
Truth , my sweet truth , i sought you always, in the dusty plains of south India, in the hills and mountains.
In the barren lands of Leh, the valleys of Kashmir and where not.
why do you play this hide and seek, as i come closer to you you move away.
Funny i always said that love demands of us nothing but the utmost of the sacrifices, did enjoy all the sacrifices love did for me till now, its time i pay the due , my due to it.
Drunk in the ecstasy of life, i did not notice, Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa for youth was blinding and i did not want to open my eyes completely, half closed in a haze.
I am but alone now, no one around, see a few friends far away few steps behind, the world is at stake and it is against me.
For you are not there, but only your memories with me, maybe that's all i need, maybe that's what i will fight for .
One day when you are old enough " Ayesha " i will tell you my story, you may judge me, but you shouldn't, for not even god can judge me, for he did not live this life that i did, he did not smile and laugh, frown and wince, cry and yell, it was me.
But you will know my story one day, the story of the one man who loved you even before you were breathing life. And the one who loved her, who woke up to give bearth to a dream called you.
Do you want to listen to it? will you listen to it?
Of how i held on to just one little piece of me, called hope, faith, truth, love and you.
Guess everybody wants to hear the truth but cannot digest it , including me .
When i came to know Ayesha i wanted to hear it , but could not digest it immediately.
I had to take my time, she came and hit me like the wild wave that she was reminding me that is the new manifestation.
What a cruel game isnt it, first you tell the truth , and it does set you free, only to pull you back down.
It looks at your face and smiles, saying " Now Pay The Price, Mister" the price, i shall be rubbed, trashed, questioned, analyzed, till i am no more in a state to understand what was the truth anymore.
But i knew that you were a truth, i loved her was the truth, truth is painful was the reality, and i could but smile, holding onto that one strand of life, one tiny bit.
Sitting under the half-moon in a farm far away in the middle of nowhere, i remembered how i felt looking at her, an image forever etched in my mind.
I will come, for i did love , but do i know where i am going ? or you dear friend ? i am leaving everything behind, i am moving towards that.
Truth , my sweet truth , i sought you always, in the dusty plains of south India, in the hills and mountains.
In the barren lands of Leh, the valleys of Kashmir and where not.
why do you play this hide and seek, as i come closer to you you move away.
Funny i always said that love demands of us nothing but the utmost of the sacrifices, did enjoy all the sacrifices love did for me till now, its time i pay the due , my due to it.
Drunk in the ecstasy of life, i did not notice, Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa for youth was blinding and i did not want to open my eyes completely, half closed in a haze.
I am but alone now, no one around, see a few friends far away few steps behind, the world is at stake and it is against me.
For you are not there, but only your memories with me, maybe that's all i need, maybe that's what i will fight for .
One day when you are old enough " Ayesha " i will tell you my story, you may judge me, but you shouldn't, for not even god can judge me, for he did not live this life that i did, he did not smile and laugh, frown and wince, cry and yell, it was me.
But you will know my story one day, the story of the one man who loved you even before you were breathing life. And the one who loved her, who woke up to give bearth to a dream called you.
Do you want to listen to it? will you listen to it?
Of how i held on to just one little piece of me, called hope, faith, truth, love and you.
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