Well Played

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.

A Small Note

“If you are reading this, this is my answer and I regret not saying it you, I love you, it has always been and always will be  ” she wrote with the hope that he will read for she knew she didn’t have much time left.

Dream

He ran fast.
The crowd applauded.
His only focus was the ribbon
at the end.In a few minutes
he broke off the ribbon.
Cheers could be heard and
his name was called out.

Through the window
while sitting on his wheelchair
he saw his dream come true.
Though he was limited by
his legs,his imaginations had
no limitations.