Its such an irony, very soon the things u think u Love most and are desirous of....changes to things u r over with and a routine. Their place is taken by new things...and in this quest of desire and acheiving, we lose track of our composure at times and blame it all on LIFE....below poem is one such momentous out pour...have a look:

Saturday, 4th Aug, 2012
12:30 am

Life

Life is a deceiver,
It makes you think
you got what you wanted
however, in this game
It saves your worst nightmares
to surprise you
when you least expect the same

It amuses itself
in your short sadnesses
it delights itself
in your continuing grievances
It derives pleasures
when you quit
you drop your arms and beg
you feel defeated
betrayed and cheated

Its then, Life shows its true colors
It draws a rainbow 
of hope,wishes,motivation and faith
and myriad of beautifully woven dreams
All.....but FAKE
Its a TRAP dear friend
Its a vicious never ending chain
Beware...Life is going to play Again....