everythin’ is just a comparison....

n’ when they told me i was good.... what did they really mean? i thought i was good. probably that’s what i meant when i told recently that i’ve been takin’ life a bit too seriously. n’ now i’m havin’ serious second thoughts. truth is always hard to be found. but once i found it.... i tried hard to escape it. wish i could.

n’ everythin’ was just a comparison with someone or somethin’. i wasn’t good. i was only better than someone else. n’ like every comparison.... that was only temporary. nobody missed me as i thought they did. but probably they were just lonely then n’ got no one else to tell that. my once better friend calls me very late. n’ i try hard not to see what he’s showin’ already. i try hard only to hear the words when he tells me he misses me. but once the truth i touched. i could feel nothin’ else but the truth. “yes i believe you n’ you do miss me. but don’t worry. you’d miss someone else soon.” do we just climb the stairs of a never endin’ list? a list that everyone owns.

       

a rose is not beautiful. it’s more beautiful now than the dried one. n’ it’s beautiful just for a while.

       

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