Two way

The door at which I am standing right now has two ways

The one which leads to facts and other to my acts

The facts which I know I wish they are wrong

And the way which leads to those facts

I hope that’s not the door bell I rang

It can be two things from here

That now-

You know everything which,

I have never said because of fear,

And it can also be that you do not know anything,

And I am still play’s king lear.

I waited to talk with you so long,

I cheated my own mind through melodious songs,

I do not want that you should ever come to know,

What you may not like to know,

As I do not want that it becomes last bowed arrow

If this has to be kind of end

Then also still for me it is blend of memories and stories

Which I lived with you around and i would term them as my own glories.