UNANSWERABLE.....

"   Novel...........Nostalgic................Not Plagiarized........."

wat about luck in life
is there a time ??
wat about those good times
we had once. . .
wat about the child hood dreams
why do we stick on to dont's
thou there are 1000s of do's
why do we stop and blink
wen we face the Ctrl+ I ?
Or what we plan for
why do we sit to dream
but
fail to run to chase tht dream
how we got this path
whre are our souls??
Wher is our identity??
are they all lost and buried in earth?
so wher do we stand now?
has evrything gone?
Is anything left . . .
wat about lost loves???
-that pains more than lost lives
is there a remedy??
or atleast a solution. . .
Why do we wanna rewind
some parts of life
thou they pain
more and make
us agape. . .
where are the those
red roses
that blossomed lik our bliss once??
Do Thorns exist in life?
Have they all obliterated
those
red roses...//
when wil these end. . .
are they sysiphean??
or. . . .
Are these my dreams??
Will i get back to my beautiful world wen i woke up?
Have i been carried by these muses
Are these just my
imaginary lines??
Or
Are these the
lines of our life??
or
ever the clients of our life?
do we need to serve them
if we cant pool them
will we get passivated??
Why do we stand and gaze
even wen we can sit and think??
Its easy to ask questions...
But its damn difficult to
answer them all..
And so these...........
The unanswerable questions of my life...

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