I wondered how did the second chance looked .But it wasn't even possible , because I let the first chance go . Wasn't it me who had it? But I only left m Was I afraid? Not at all ...But I wondered what would have been the scenario after this . Was it really the first time? Or just a blow of wind passing through my heart diagonally. I can't differentiate them , but I can only just feel them silently . They are just some locked up pieces deep inside my heart which are never gonna work out not gonna come out of it . I wanted to , but my heart denied because it was scared of living life in a way taht it had never lived . Dejection! No , it wasn't that , but hope that got faded. I have least hopes now . The things I could bear hasn't come to me yet , but I am craving for them . Instead the things which I can't, comes uninvitingly , which I hate. Sufferings , illusions, allusions all are mixed up right now . I wish I could have left this things from my mind right now...and rest in peace from those illustrations of life's tragedy .
