Monday, February 9, 2009

Trust

You used to cut your hand (cubitus) when angry
You used to hurt yourself when dissatisfied
I thought id make you independent n free
I thought id change your tears to smiles every time you cried
I gave you all the space that I could
I gave you every right as a wife, which a husband should
This was the trust that I had in you
N I just wanted to make this fact be realized to you too
I never used you
Or in better words, never misused you
I never wanted our relationship to be a part of the worldliness
I cashed in on every moment for your minutest happiness
N see what I got
A torn relationship, n ruthless pain which I never besought
Yes I know, there must be something on my part too
But then, don’t I have a right to even know what you are going through
No I am not writing to prove that I miss you
N I am not at all in a mood in any way to get back to you
Have had enough of trust
Have had enough of “I”, “U” n “V”
I just wana live now
Let the history just remain a history
But yes, I have learned a lot
I have learned about relationships, about love, n about God
Theres a lot more to see
N im ready

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