Why Do I... ?

Why Do I CRY?


I don’t CRY because I don’t have a Life I should
It’s better than many who want to be like me, if they could
I don’t CRY because, in life, I took many wrong decisions
When I took them, they were right as per my reasons.

My reason of crying is still unknown

I guess I’ve to find the answers all by my own.

I let go my haters even though they leave me high and dry

I don’t want to punish anyone, so I silently CRY.

Life has its reasons, life has its explanation

God really suck at ‘Permutation and Combination’

I don’t know which software God uses to grant success

I want to complaint about God, where do I address?

Why do I SULK?


I don’t SULK because my girl left my throne
She moved forward only to leave me alone.
I don’t sulk because my love was true, and she betrayed
In the end her real love and feelings were rightly conveyed

I SULK because what she did was ethically wrong

How could she steal the lyrics of my copyrighted song?

She didn’t break my heart, she completely damaged my soul

She changed the leading actor of her life to play my role.

She went back to square one, I remained on ground zero

I became the villain of her life when she found a new hero

I always wanted her to be happy either with or without me

I hope she remains happy, forever, with her new ‘HE’.

Why do I SOB?


I don’t SOB because God took my Dad away from me
He probably did it because he needed him more than me
I don’t SOB because, for my tears, I need an escape route
Without my dad, my life has become very dilute

I SOB because he died right in my helpless arms

He bid adieu while holding my shivering palms

I SOB because I wasn’t able to become a perfect Son

He was a true Idol; he was and will always be my No. 1

I still find him sitting next to me all smiling and happy

I want to go back in time so that, once again, he can change my nappy

I know he’s sitting with God and blessing me from above

Papa, thanks for coming in my life, thanks for your Love

Life is a poem rhymed and recited by God
Some say he’s real; some have stamped him as fraud
If he’s the player of my game, why isn’t he playing well?
I guess I’m not his favourite child, yes, I can tell.


Life doesn’t end with death because it never started with birth
I hope one day I’ll prove my worth to be on this earth.
Maybe what I need is inner peace, harmony and strength
Mark my words >> One day, my haters will repent



                                                                                                                   - J.Walia