Sometimes I feel low, Sometimes I feel high.
Sometimes the happiness is truth, and sometimes it is a lie.
Sometimes I feel loved, sometimes I'm alone,
Sometimes who hurts is a stranger, and sometimes it is a known.
Sometimes the people are cheerful; sometimes the world is chaos,
Sometimes they do care, and sometimes they lay-off.
Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it gets Okay,
Sometimes I hide, and sometimes I convey.
Sometimes I feel high, sometimes I feel low,
These 'Sometimes' have passed, just a moment ago...
well said Vibha.. its okay when u got hurt by stranger because we really don't expect anything good or bad from them and we really don't care but its never ok by known ppl it hurts and really hurts.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written Vibha...I like the ending...
ReplyDeleteThese soft and harsh "sometimes" collectively makes LIFE. So Live it and Love it.
ReplyDeleteWhat say? :-p
!! A very thoughtful poem :) hope yu r duin kewwl as wel as evryone in yur home! bdw diz iz SalluLicious frm DKD blog of Salman bro wel hope yu rememba mi :) God Bless yu dear ♥ !!
ReplyDeleteHey, hi SalluLicious...I have been thinking of you...Hope you are well... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting...and keep visiting the blog :)
God Bless :)
gr8 blog Vibha...
ReplyDeleteBTW ..how this sallu image pops over ur blog all the time..sorry but its irritating..especially in the ofc...
Thanks for the comment.
ReplyDeleteThis image would always pop over sir. If you find it irritating in office, please visit an Internet cafe to read my blog :)