Why do I feel that I want to jump off a cliff when I am there?
Why do I want to get sucked in by the gushing waters?
Why do I wish that the ground below should 'open up' and take me in?
Why do I preach that love is unconditional and still expect one to love me?
Why do I think that being overly possessive about something is wrong while I miss it when its gone?
Why do I yearn to go back in time when I decided to consider 'them' as a thing of the past?
Why do I crave for 'it' after having given it up?
Why do I try to knot it back while I untangled it myself?
Why do I envision things to go clockwise when I made them go counter clockwise?
Why do I hope, dream and pray that the scattered clouds should reunite to form rain?
Why do I...
