Anonymous Thoughts!

Who Cares If I am sad Who Cares how I feel Who Cares If I am alone Who Cares For the evil I deal Who Cares! Who Cares what I alike Who Cares what I need Who Cares what I wish Who Cares To listen my plea Who Cares! Who Cares to ask my well being Who Cares for my innocent heart Who Cares to hear my silence Who Cares if I did not start Who Cares! Who Cares If I miss my self Who Cares if I shed tear Who Cares If I fake smile Who Cares of dead life I bear Who Cares! Who Cares If my eyes go moist Who Cares I miss my smile Who Cares for my somewhere lost mind Who Cares If I want to be happy for a while Who Cares! Who Cares of my unusual behavior Who Cares If something I want to tell Who Cares to understand me Who Cares how bad I felt Who Cares! Who Cares If I got hurt Who Cares of nightmare I see Who Cares If I dread dreams Who Cares t...

In a dark corner of the shelf, I was lying since the time immemorial. Now I was An Old Book for her. I remember when she bought me I was quite appealing with a brand new cover, attractive bold titles and meaningful insights with some awesome reviews. She was very happy while holding me in her hand and felt proud. She was extremely curious to know everything about me. She thought I had all she wished for and was totally flaunted with the beautiful sensitive story I stored in, and with the life I contained in me. No sooner I became her first priority to everything. She would accompany me in her thoughts everywhere until she was able to know me all. The day she got to know whatever I contained, I became a thicker lifeless book for her. She soon lost interest in me. I was not that exciting and interesting now as she knew every bit of me. Finally she bought a new book. Yet, she often sometimes go through my pages when bored but now I was apathetic to her with nothing new to say and so ther...