Changing Times
Pehle se aab woh din hain naa pehle se raat hain,
shayaad hamarein bich kahin koi baat hain.

Two lines from some song keep running in my head,how things change, i mean one moment thers utter bliss and the next moment a numbing shock. A sense of unreality ,it could never happen so the phrase runs through your head.I mean why does this happen, every single time.Every single time i trusted someone beleived in them enough to lower my guards down and be me it happens ,lies,betrayals and a part of my soul dead.
What am i ???What kind of a human being?am not a monster ,neither am a saint.For me shades of grey dont apply cos as some one had told me ,i am weird ....not black,not white and too open to be grey.I know it probably doesnt make sense to people but to me it does. Today i am too confused to make sense i dont even know what i am writing adn whether it will make sense.Ghosts from the past are grinning like a fool at me or is it that i am the fool.So many mistakes........enginnering,dona,jyotsna,job.The greatest mistake being born