The destroyed me...

Questions

Each moment as I live,as I exist,a voice,crawls up to me,

Holding me hostage,in its beautiful embrace,it repeats the same question..

Why did you do that to me...

Sometimes cynical,sometimes gentle,sometimes mocking,sometimes cold,

I hear you,every moment,as my silence,my calmness is on the verge of collapse..

Yet a slight smile adorn my face,everytime I hear those words ..

Atleast,you ask,atleast,you are free,from yourself, atleast I didnot loose..

And still I face the questions,wondering,when did I ever do anything to you..

I was just a follower of choices you made,a servant wishing nothing but your glory..

So why do you still,in the dead moments,silent moments,crawl upto me,to make me wonder..

Was it my fault?

Then what was my fault?

Still questions remain as questions..