HOPELESS FAITH

All those times, I tried convincing myself

Not to ever mind your eccentric smiles

If only you could dance beats in the auditorium

With everyone watching from a mile

The ‘if’ relationship we had

At last was all my fantasy

A fantasy of you patting my head

And not cry over questioning my pain

Several times I got hit with reality

When I was immersed in my own insanity

If only you had offered your hand for me

While crossing the stream and not laugh with your stupid mates

At the drenched me

If only you could see my weary eyes while you stare

If only you could hear me cry before waving a goodbye

But those all I had was a fantasy

Like a fake that would never fly.  


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