A Question Mark
A Question Mark
Was it love or was it my illusion,
I dreamt and dreamt, owh! that's all cuz of confusion,
Thousands of failed attempts to impress you,
Practical ways to stop thinking about you,
Tried Every possible way to stay connected,
Still rejected .....
All of these, but did I really loved you?
Every medium I tried knocking,
No not for attaching any string just for talking,
Owh! wait ... Was that called stalking?
Perhaps, in our last conversation,
Or a strong confrontation,
I came to know about your enduring relation,
I failed again, when you said I am nobody who should know this,
Was I totally against the flow wit
h?
In my mind at the deepest core,
Did I really knew you?
Or was it that same older version of you which I wanted to know more ...
I believed you could have loved me for being a being so gentle,
No harsh reflections but to love you in every possible way, even if you call me psycho or a mental,
Every expectation of mine was drowned,
On that last call I connected,
Cried a lot,
still rejected ....
Always prayed for your well being,
But got noticed as your enemy,
Expectations were a lot, still didn't expect
All of these ..... But Why? Did I really...
Owh yes! I really loved (love) you.