One evening sitting alone I thought why I always choose the path which has no destination...when I know that at the end of the journey I will be standing alone looking into the mirror the same face the same failure n the same red eyes throwing out the water which is just meant for dropping on the floor n disappearing with the time.
Then I realised all the reasons of being like that.... The reason of being human... The reason of being hopeful... The reason of being foolish...going every time far in the dark looking for just that small ray of light which I can never hold with my hands...
Am I really that optimistic with myself or it's just my destiny playing with my emotions....
But now I am tired .... Tired of always being part of this game...tired of running behind that fake ray of light....tired of my eyes which always throw out that water which carries no meaning for this world...
Tired of being MYSELF...
Then I realised all the reasons of being like that.... The reason of being human... The reason of being hopeful... The reason of being foolish...going every time far in the dark looking for just that small ray of light which I can never hold with my hands...
Am I really that optimistic with myself or it's just my destiny playing with my emotions....
But now I am tired .... Tired of always being part of this game...tired of running behind that fake ray of light....tired of my eyes which always throw out that water which carries no meaning for this world...
Tired of being MYSELF...


