Bless
Years have been passed & a few more to go. Halfway down & Second half to go. Waited. And Still waiting for someone, Who will never let me go. Life is getting tougher. And She still thinks me a duffer. I am taking myself closer. But She don't even know; She is the composer. We,both taking it too long. Only I feel the lyrics of her song. By each day passing,She makes me strong. Hope one day She will realise, I wasn't; my way of expressing was wrong. My heart is what she still holds. She hates but she never told. I am the one who always scrolls. Just because I want, My story to remain untold. All get mixed up like a mess. It is going like a game of the chess. I can't find the sign of success. Now I realise, Her rejection ,the only B less .