Friday, October 1, 2010

Its Fine.



Whatever you do,

Whatever I say,

Its all fine.

Sometimes you smile,

Sometimes I cry,

Its all fine.


Most of the times you are lost,

Most of the times I am sorted out,

Its all fine.


Its likely you understand the reason,

Its obvious when I gift wrap the reason,

Its all fine.


Rarely you give me hope,

Always I give you a chance,

Its still fine.


But when you play around,

With all what I have and most honest about,

Its not fine.


This moment might end,

The magic may get lost,

I might crumble and be lost forever,

But it will only affect me,

As you are always FINE.

1 comment:

Isha Sharma said...

hmmm..you've written better poems..this one's so-so.