I laid before the window, gazing at the blue sky. The orange sun peeping out cleverly asked me why?
Why do we see only things that are clear? Does it hurt to see the hidden or is it your fear?
Just like the sun and moon behind the cloud, there dwells the truth that is equally loud.
Just like the tiny million stars, you owe yourself the painful scars.
You trust, you trust the the hurtful lies, all you gain is the sorrowful goodbyes.
When I look back, the sun softly says, with your heart wide open believe the sun rays.
The rays that tell you to be wise, the rays that open your eyes.
To a story that has two faces, one that you trust and the other that your heart chases.
Till the light of the sun and moon end, chase what you seek and do not bend.
Because you know when you lose, you gain the grief you would never choose.
Remember!! All that you have is precious, give it your time and be conscious.
For all that is gone may be forever, hold what you have and it will go never.
-Kritika
Why do we see only things that are clear? Does it hurt to see the hidden or is it your fear?
Just like the sun and moon behind the cloud, there dwells the truth that is equally loud.
Just like the tiny million stars, you owe yourself the painful scars.
You trust, you trust the the hurtful lies, all you gain is the sorrowful goodbyes.
When I look back, the sun softly says, with your heart wide open believe the sun rays.
The rays that tell you to be wise, the rays that open your eyes.
To a story that has two faces, one that you trust and the other that your heart chases.
Till the light of the sun and moon end, chase what you seek and do not bend.
Because you know when you lose, you gain the grief you would never choose.
Remember!! All that you have is precious, give it your time and be conscious.
For all that is gone may be forever, hold what you have and it will go never.
-Kritika
