It is so easy to say things and not regret them. And then regret them late.
We have often given the freedom to some, those special some people, to say what they wish or comes to their mind...but if in thoughtlessness we say things and explain later, it's never enough.
And it so happens that in moments like these you get to know what they feel and think.
Anger makes you say things to hurt others, but it also brings out what you feel inside, the thoughts of the subconscious.
And so these come as shocking revelations.
But true they are, its said.
And then arrives the question of, what was it all this while? A lie? A useless thing that you shared where your role was nil and useless? Was the "need" a lie too? A farce all of it? And when did it begin to be so? all the sharing, the tears, the joy, the pain, the questions, the hope, the dreams..what was all that?
And then there also is a time when you think, when I forgave all, can't I be allowed a mistake?
When I gave the chance to improvise, can't I have my turn too?
Its so easy to say how useless the other is, when in a million ways, which you would never know, they have blessed, prayed and loved you.
All those nittygritties. Small things.
I counted it all my friend. You left them far behind.
And so today, I never had any use, and probably never will then.
Peace.

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