Thursday, January 6, 2011
Black thoughts of the new year...
We both loved each other in our own ways
You were a dream to me, that I wished to make it reality
I was reality to you, that you wished to keep it a dream
The first year of your departure, I searched with love and I couldn't find you, then i realized its just a hide and seek game.
Second year of your departure, I searched with fear and I couldn't find you, Now am certain its a death game.
Another year ends with its sad details
A new one starts with its indefinite details...
What would happen if you killed me and then left !!!