I would die three years early n i wud lead alife as my parents wish. This was the promise that i bartered with god for some happiness.Mistakes are never involuntary they are acts directed by our subconscious minds choreographed with perfection comming with a bang when matters.Duvidha is the word which came out in its real colours today , punched me , slamed on the floor, raped me and made me feeel what its real meaning was. 

i want to die in your arms,

i want to close my eyes n sleep,

 i want to lie in that apple orchad with redflowers adorning me,

i want to he see those little sparrows chirp near me, 

 but wait  i cant do so,

 wait there's someone there,

wait she's calling me,

Wait i can see he's eyes wet,

she's screaming me to stop,

she isn't saying a word but his voice is bursting my ears,

standing there on that road its just he n she, she n he 

i can feel it, i can see it,

may be its not my time to go,

 may be some other day

 may be some other time