Me and my thoughts

I remember a girl with glasses Who I meet some four years ago She was innocent and sweet She had bigger problems like finding the right bus And was only worried about her mobile battery running out The mobile being a Nokia phone She came with big dreams And tried hard to make a place for herself in this world she did not have many frnds Just a few to take care of her She had no clue about the place Still had the urge to learn She trusted people with a blind belief And was ignorant enough to do so She celebrated smallest victories And cried over silliest things But life got in.the way And she got lost I do miss her and her innocence more than her

Living Every minute seems a achievement My breathe is forced I have no answer to the question It asks The question being What is the purpose Adding to the 100 questions my brain asks Is all a lie? What is the reason behind it? Am I the cause for it? Will life be ever better? The question list goes on Still the answers being only tears Which has been used up Or maybe finds no reason to come Where it being the only console And it has refused point blank to rescue.me... My only happiness being that I Hav crossed today Without you and the knowledge of it..

Nasopharyngitis or Rhinopharyngitis seems the right word to describe it Yes it is that complicated It starts in a simple way Of course in a way you cant understand why You can gift it easily No attractive package is required. Just a cough or sneeze will do It sometimes causes breathing difficulty Or a high temperature can be one of its perks If left unnoticed or untreated leaves you generally in a week Of course, its feels ignored and tries to be back at the available oppurunity If treated It leaves in about seven days Only to return again People like me have learned to live with it Maybe even love it, the Common cold Which is a common part of life

It just takes a minute For the world to turn over To gain trust in a person And to lose it forever I have no clue If people do it on purpose For which i am not surprised It remains a mystery How you move in a second from being a victim to a spectacular of your own feeling It seems a little strange That your pain seems stupid And you feel bad about yourself For trusting a person It just takes a minute to make or break