Comments about Abhinav Maurya
Who Knows? Who Cares?
Everyday I wonder what's in her eyes. And she smiles, fake? May be not, who knows? who cares? And there it goes, ended in ignorance and despair.
Sometimes we do talk two words or maybe more, but not enough and door slammed, was she bored? May be not, who knows? who cares? And there it goes, thorn of vanity pricked before rose.
What's that fear? Yes? No? but something that resembles in similarity, have nothing still feels like losing. Infatuation? Love? May be not, who knows? who cares? An