The Mask

so i really dont know from where shuold i start wrtings nw …..as u all know most of my work is realated to luv care realationship friendship etc…. but today i wont be writing abt all dis things ……Its been already a year nw since i am in chandhigarh but it seems that this place has not exepet me yet not even by the people (classmate)……i just want to share with u all regarding my experience over here

so here its goes as m very much extrovert kind of boy so in  starting i tried to comunicate with each and every one in my class with boys and girls both …..but sumtime i regret abt it that i should not have done dis as i was unaware abt the fact  that if u tried to do the friendship with girl is like ur trying on her i mean kya pagal panti hai yaar …….koi friendship karna charaha hai naki he is trying to get into a relationship ……o yes i forgot to mention one thing i belong to the central india a place called Gwalior in  Madhya pardesh  where  i hardly have any friend  who is punjabi so for me  punjabi langauage was very hard to understand kon kya bol kar chala jata hai vo abhi tak pata nahi chalta as its abt to complete a year nw ummm coming back to the point where i was so i juz tried to make friends here but unfortuneatly i end up with none nw every time its feelike standing in a crowd of all stranger …..i have seen many changes inside me nw what i usred to be and what i am there are many thing that really shocked me lyk nything ………all what i can sum up is with these few lines what i was and what i am nw …….

I was once sad and lonely,
Having nobody to comfort me,
So I wore a mask that always smiled;
To hide my feelings behind a lie.

Before long, I had many friends;
With my mask, I was one of them.
But deep inside, I still felt empty,
Like I was missing a part of me.

Nobody could hear my cries at night
For I designed my mask to hide the lies.
Nobody could see the pain I was feeling
For I designed my mask to be laughing.

Behind all the smiles were the tears
And behind all the comfort were the fears.
Everything you think you see,
Wasn’t everything there was to me.

Day by day,
I was slowly dying.
I couldn’t go on,
There was something missing..

Until now I’m still searching
For the thing that’ll stop my crying.
For someone who’ll erase my fears,
For the person who’ll wipe my tears.

But till then I’ll keep on smiling.
Hiding behind this mask I’m wearing.
Hoping one day I can smile,
Till then, I’ll be here.. waiting.

the thing i miss here most is my younger brother Amit when he is with me i hardly need ny one seriouly bhai teri bhaut yaad arahi hai esp kal jab i was having my bday there was no one with whom i can  celebrate …….it was for the first time in past 23 yr when u were not with me when i needed u most 😦

hope to see u soon bhai missing u so much 😥