In life you get hurt, you become practical
But does it makes you forget who you were?
You move on…
Then why past haunts?
Why when everything seems perfect
You sulk inside?
Is it the ‘person’ or ‘you’
Are you still the same?
No matter how strong you pose
You still get hurt
And that is what I am wondering now…
Was I better then or am better now?
Then if I was hurt, I weeped…
Now when am hurt, I smile,
Then if I missed someone, I called…
Now if I miss, I delete,
Then I loved with all my heart…
Now, I love with all the doubts,
Then my every action was for the present…
Now with every action I measure future,
Then my dreams were about love…
Now I only dream of success,
In the process I grew up!
From an innocent little girl to a women
But isn’t it that deep down inside that ‘little girl’ never dies?
I am still the same!
Who still believes in fairy tales and prince-charming but poses as her ‘own boss’
So was I better then or am I better now?