A Bad Dream Of Sometime Poem by zeenat singh

Was he really important in my life? ?
"yes" or "no" I even don't know,
There were beautiful days when we were together,
I considered ourselves to be one forever.

I listened to him night and day,
Like every other couple we had fight,
I was the one who used to start all this,
But I also knew he enjoyed all this.

Now at present leaving apart everything,
Today I can surely say one thing,
Maybe or certainly I was better alone,
Everything is same except my silent cell phone.

I don't know what's going up in my life,
Having many feelings to share but noone to hear,
I don't have anything to loose in my life,
So true then nothing to fear.