Yet another day

Gaye vo din ki nadanist, gairon ki vafadari
Kiya karte the tum kaqreer, hum khamosh rehte the
Chalo bigde pe kya sharmindagi, jane do mil jao
kasam lo hum se , gar ye bhi kahen, kyon! hum na kehte the..

Arguments, quips, fights, silence , meaningful stares, meaningless stares, having the last word, need to top one another.....same old crap which surprisingly never gets old. It seems like a story from some other life....it was indeed another life. The worst things about arguments are that you feel empty if you win them and crappy if you don't.
Anyways its funny how he jumped across times, an year, a month , a week or a day at a time. At first he took an occassional glance over the shoulder, hoping he can turn back, and much worse , hoping he can turn back time. Slowly his better sense takes charge and life goes on as this day become that day and these times become those times...Then comes a day , a day much like any other , ordinary and sliced in routines but a day which made him take a peek at those times. He would ask questions which will go unanswered. A lots of whys, ifs, if onlys...needless to say it doesn't matter any more. Hopefully things turned out good for him, more or less and he was among the lucky ones who would carry on until hit by yet another day of this kind. Moving on does not mean one can get past 'would have' and 'could have' of life and you can always play the blame game of life not being fair.

By the way nobody ever came with a written agreement of a fair life so get over it..

~Toodles