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Why does it rain after midnight when the days are impossibly hot?
Why does my pack of cigarettes disappear when I need it the most?
Why does he torment me the most when I want to forget him?
Why does it hurt so much when I am trying to heal?
Why is it so unruly when things are under control?
Why this craving when I have no unfulfilled wishes?
Why is it so hard to be good again?
Damn! Why is it so tough to live again?


Fatima said…
It's a tough question to ask and even more tougher to answer...

But maybe after the pain subsides and it's all numb it won't be that hard to live again!

Beautiful verses. <3

Take Care
Me said…
Can't believe, I just posted a WHY post :O

Wish you peace.
Randeep said…
It's just a phase. It will pass. And it will make you strong. Be yourself. be nice.


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