photo: on the left is OSHO in his younger years on the right hand is me.Why friends always change,
While enemies remain same?
Why love perpetually fluctuates,
While hate remains eternal?
Why happy memories evaporate
While the sad ones crystallise?
Why innocence hides
While cunning seeks?
Why a single drop of pure water
Can't purify a glass of dirty water?
When a single drop of dirty water
Has power to contaminate the whole?
Why does it take years
To nurture a relationship
While one moment is enough
To break it all apart?
Why is it tedious to accept fault
While easy to pass on the blame?
Why is it so easy to wail on past
While difficult to accept and change?
