Every moment that went past.
Asked me the same question again and again.
Why did not I..?
But I had no answer then.
I have no answer now.
Excuses.. yes, I have, plenty.
I have my reasons.
My decisions seem rational to all.
I seem rational to all.
Truth lies in me.
Plain, blatant and scorching.
Burning me like my personal hell.
Every smile that follows me.
Is on a humble bed.
Bed of grief unbound.
Floating over like an island,
Floating on lava all around.
Face the truth, all my self says.
But how do I face the truth?
How do I face the justice?
Questions like these in my mind,
Form a gigantic array.
Help me O! God, if thee exist.
Give me the moment which I want.
Give me the moment which I need.
I need to face the truth, I need to face her.
Blissed and blessed be the moment.
In which all my happiness lives.
For you, if you understand. I do not love you, I know but that can’t stop me from writing about you, for you. [;P]