कौन क़ुबूल करता है, की कोन कितना सच्चा है। चाहे पतझड़ कितना भी लम्बा हो, फूल तों फिर भी खिलता है। क्या तुमने कभी किसीको मानते देखा है, की वो मन से आज भी एक बच्चा है। जितना जिसकी किस्मत में हो, उतना उसको जरूर मिलता है।
Freedom for me is, Speaking my mind without being judged. Laugh out loud, Without getting nudged. Why you always asks me to compromise, When you know that you are the one who cannot adjust. You ask me to keep my mouth shut, then who gave you the right to burst. If you cannot understand me, Trust me I don't need your words. For me you, your feelings, your thinking, Everything related to you is absurd.
The first time we met, you gave me a book. A book full of dreams and hopes, that I didn't took. I was so lost in my pain and sorrow, that I didn't even gave it a look. At that time, I had tolerated so much that I thought enough is enough and now is the extent of brook. And wanted to take the revenge so badly, that I didn't realised that I have become a crook.