Why did gloomy times bring dreadful darkness ??why??
Why are the shadows teasing?? Why??
Why the sunlight stained?? Why??
Why the clains restrained the light?? Why??
Why our soul is ******* with invisible shackles?? Why??
Why do we have given the right to the sinners to test is?? Why??
Why sometimes darkness becomespeaceful
Or sometimes light becomes dreadful??why??
Why we feel alone in the crowded place?? Why??
Why we need someone's shoulder to cry??
Why can't we cry alone in our ownselves shoulders?? Why??
Why we think we are alone when we have our ownselves company?? Why??
Why we don't give importance to that thing which is nearest to us??
Why we got to know the importance of something or someone when they left us??
Why do we hurt people's and enjoy seeing them crying??
Why???
Just why????????
Do anyone have the answers of my why??
If anyone have then please give me the answers I want that answers.
I do had the answers but not the appropriate answers that can satisfy me fully.
I don't know why??
But may someone know then do tell me for sure.

Today I had a new sensation
I wanted to cry
And I couldn't
Now I'm left to wonder
Why

breakfast has always been nice and pleasant
the evening has always been filled
with some strolling in the garden and delightful tea time
the night has always been filled with passion and late-night reading

all is well
all is good
all is warm.

so,
where did we go wrong?

I am trapped within this reverie of revived memories; of when you were by my side.

The warmth of dawn feels as though a cruel, albeit gentle lie. My Sun...set, tis that day, when you left me with why.

Why?

Why... couldn't I make you stay? Why does everything I grasp tightly... still slip away?

It took a while,
too long perhaps,
to reach the conclusion
that I just don’t know
what comes next
or the why
of what came before.

It took even longer
to admit
my answers aren’t
more right than yours,
they’re just mine
and many more
than I care to admit
earned
red x’s over time.

What a burden
is lifted
every time I respond,
I don’t know.
And, what music
fills my heart
when I release
the need
to not be wrong.

"Stop crying!" they sneered,
"She's always like this",
"Just ignore her... she'll stop eventually"

Why was I made feel embarrassed?
For expressing my emotions,
Why did I apologise for crying?

"You never cry!" they exclaim,
"You're always so cold",
"Just ignore her.. she's a cold fish"

Why am I made feel lacking?
For not expressing my emotions,
Why do I apologise for being cold?

When my childhood was beration,
And no one thought to ask why.

When my adulthood is condemnation,
And no one thinks to ask why.