SORRY

SORRY

Sorry for whatever I have done
My ways were wrong
But intuitions  were none
Being a novice , I couldn't understand
The game of hearts
The way to express
Or the joy in sharing someone's love
Counting the boxes , I spend my time
Cherishing old memories , I lost my mind
Even in the cold winters
I enjoyed the spring for once
Even though I sneezed but hope one  will not bother about it
Forgetting every results
I took the watch and stopped it for once
Juggling many lives
I never realized I'am one
Overlapping the charts
Overtaking every bus
Sorry for whatever I have done
My ways were wrong
But intuitions were none 


By - Kshitij Sinha

30/12/2013





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