“Who am I?”, the question we forgot to ask since our birth.
Our story began smoothly with a ‘hai’.
I was writing it.
The first few chapters were heart throbbing.
Words were inspired by him.
Secrets started to spill.
The Chapters started to get filled with passion.
And the story urged with heat.
Fate wrote the lines to destiny.
The destiny I had wished for us.
I was wrong.
I realized the last chapter was already written.
He was already in his “happily ever after”.
He was the author and I was just a pawn.
Woke up bemused by the piano read in my dream, it was uncanny.
Coming to my sense I heard the same music being played from my garage.
I was petrified realising that I was alone in a house without a piano.
Scared as hell I glanced behind in search of the dying screams and weeping squeals, my shadow glanced back.
The case was at its final verdict. He turned his sight from the judge to me. His eyes glinted just like they once did when he was wrapped up in my arms with a white sheet. But they lacked the innocence they once possessed. The stare was interrupted by the verdict-“Guilty”. Unforgettable. It was a March 24th, the same day he was born.
Don’t seek what you don’t have instead see what you still have. Be grateful because you are blessed.
To me, loneliness comes not when I am alone but when I am in a group of known faces who acts like they are my friends but I am sure they are not when I am not around.
Wars are never won
because they are always
devastating, leaving behind
fruitless success to be
adorned by the tears of