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Hidden Tears


Look in to your Eyes..You will see, what it means to me.



This so called lines from Bryan Adams song, "Everything I Do, I Do it for you" is killing me since last few days. So, today decided, when I sitting at my office to write something on this note.



We every time try to hide ourselves from all the lost sorrows and pain. The only means to do that is to fake a smile to this world or to live with addiction. People has their own choice of doing so. We feel we are overcoming the pain with our own way and think, yes we are happy.

Choices and options can be different for people existing in this world, but we all someway head to prove ourselves in the same way.
But, at the end of the day to the very start of the day, we feel how much uncomfortable we are and we cry out very lonely. Dreams comes and make us feel for that moment, yes, we need to go back to the world.
To most of the cases, we make that pain in ourselves only. Very few are lucky to carry a magic wand, who can change things but they also fail to capitalise that magical power and do the same mistake.


It is very late when we realize the values of our tears or others for whom we cry. Time is a precious element and despite being knowing that, we let ourselves loose.



Coming back to my context.

Yes, I can see and feel your hidden tears. I can feel the pain in you. It is all because I have known you like no one in this world can know better about you than me. God, has given me that power. No matter how you show other's as well as me, how happy you are, basically you are not. You can hate me, but someway down the line of the day, you miss me too. You don't want me back in your life, but someway in your dreams I catch you up. Then,
Why do you feel and let me go.
Your Heart can't be so cruel to say sharp No.
You are acting baby, you are crying, you are laughing, you are faking. There is no shame to be back to me. There is no shame to love the person back whom you loved. I am no one else, but your Pramit only.

Things changes, circumstances changes, but people in the heart remains the same. Believe what is true rather than faking and destroying yourselves to this unknown world.






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