I am painstakingly Indian, but I want to see the world.
I want to be independent, yet I am dependent for everything on people I love.
I want to love and be loved, but I dont trust anyone enough.
I want to achieve perfection, but I dont try hard enough.
I dont want to expect anything from anyone, yet I set high standards.
I love, but I dont know how to show it through actions or words.
Some say I have a sweet smile, I know I have salty tears.
I want to be fearless, yet I have deep and silent fears.
I dream, yet I dont believe dreams can come true.
I say I dont believe in destiny, yet I am sure I do.
I want to live a planned life, yet I live in utter chaos.
I want to be a rebel, yet I accept what life has to offer.
I want to have people around me, but solitude loves me.
Nothing's wrong with my life, yet i feel that there are things that could have been better!
I want to live in oblivion, mystery intrigues me.
I think Life is a mystery I dont want to unravel, yet my curiosity kills me.
I live at two ends, trying desperately to make them meet.
