Khamoshiyaan

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Questioning you didn't seem to be right,

As I wasn't honest to your questions all time,

Questioning myself couldn't show light,

Because  its puzzles are never to find.

The single question of you and me,

One I should have known,

Far ago but let it be!

Now, for I don't wanna be a clown.

The question evoke ! Quench awoke !

It had been hard digging out this once ,

It was so hard to make out ,

 As it seemed to me as nonsense,

The right and wrong of the thought.

Followed what seemed right,

Went on but with second thoughts.

Had no option but to hide,

Believing I did what I ought.

Strong below those lies, the truth did lie!

So long  till the day so arrived, 

I decided to be true as the rest,

I let the false crack aside,

Believing bonds will work for the best,

Said the truth only to offend,

As by then, it had no base,

The whole place a mess I can't comprehend,

My words had no sense nor essence.

I should have known, that the feelings were just my own.

A quench to truth deep inside,

Made me seek the answers,

For trust and love that I kept beside,

Maybe to know there were no more chances,

Why is it hard to forget and move along,

Maybe it's all to make me sensitive now on,

Been through odds all alone, 

I shouldn't resent to move on!

Life's alter people change, Never thought you in this image!!

Was it you that made me sigh,

Was it fate playing around,

Without you, life is a lie,

My fake world crumbling upon your word,

With life so harsh and  prayers refused,

The plea of everyday neglected without a say,

Don't I have the right to know if I were fooled,

To do nothing but to know if I may.

Or had it just been me to slow, strong, decisive and prone?

Don't have a choice,but ask you and hope,

My hopes get a voice, And worries elope!

Show the mercy to enlighten, whether or not I can cope,

For I know I have been naive, but I promise to not wait for a scope.

Not that you still care, for what I feel and you do,

But the crowd will hoot beware,

The victim could be you,

A sweet truth is a mare and not admitting it is not fair.

The truth shall be harsh, but hopes are not set up high.

Our love is a memoir of past, 

I know, and it would hurt to know it as a lie,

To you, Alas! I don't last,

But a soothing truth would hurt more than a hurting lie,

I fear you may lie, not for my good but to be good.

Still it cant betray me as you are still my amour,

A deed of past, my lack of trust on what you would,

But can you assure, you wont lie in pressure?

Why I wish to indulge in the talk of lie? Maybe as it's the only answer to my plea.

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Well, this is my first but very old take on poems.

Qoute:

""The desire of love is to give, the desire of lust is to get."

Written to a 'he' , by a childish me, in love and doubt of never having or had it back.

~Chaahat