These days the smallest things make me cry..
and even the happiest times don't evoke a tiny smile..

They say nothing has changed..
then why do I feel this cold draft of the unfamiliar

They say things have to change..
then why do I yearn for the old belonging

I want things to be the way they were..the way I thought they were meant to be
So tell me, do I ask for too much when I ask for what was once mine..the love I had promised myself forever

Come in,
shut the door.
Welcome to my world of take some more

Sit down,
don't use your might
Don't worry, I won't put up a fight

I won't ask why
I won't scream
I won't even create a scene

I won't squeal
I won't feel
I won't even ask why this and why me

But when the night falls
and the moon is high
when I am lying alone with just my sighs

I will let my tears roll deep
Coz atleast then nobody will ask me why I weep..
Nobody will ask me why I don't sleep.

By Nandita Mehta