Another tiny poem

My hatred snuffed out the love from your eyes
But the Judge sentenced you to be hanged till death...

Tiny Poem

Your love killed me
My hatred did not allow me to die.....

What is real?

What is real?

Is it what I saw?

Is it what I see?

Is it what I thought?

Is it what I think?

Was it a dream?

Or is this a dream?

Or did I mistook it as a dream

When it was a nightmare?

Or is it not a nightmare

But the reality? 

And I am wide awake 

Though I deny.

What is real?

Unbearable silence 

Followed by No Answers

Yet I get answers

Or do I not?