the state of dilemma

and still I am in the clutches of dilemma

whether she likes me or she likes me not

the petals from flowers are exhausted

and all my guessing mechanisms are lost

may be its because of absence of choices

of the concievable contradictory inner voices

for I believe on what I was required to know

or I believe what my innerself tends to throw

wonder if I am part of problem or the solution 

or falsehood was foundation of our resolution

now I stand tornbetween devil and the deep sea

between the predicted fate and the actual me

so I request you to do me very small favour

just clear the dense fog and be my lifesaver