the same page

When i think about you
My heart blooms with love
We were not right people at the wrong time
We were just wrong people 
who were always 
pretending to be right

The last time we talked
It ended up with just one line, 
" we are not on the same page " 


There are people we meet, people we love, people we genuinely care about,  but we don't end up on the same page. What do you mean by the same page?  It's like, we are different stories, and everytime i turn the page, one of us is left behind. 

I never understood why some people couldn't be in our life and so i was always terrified of losing them. I held onto them for as long as i could, so tightly that it started hurting me but it was too late when i realised that they gave up on me long ago

It's raining here at my place and i am tempted with the desire of talking to you. 
I don't believe in destinies but if mine ever existed in this world, i wish i could change it for us. 

If you are in love but you feel burdened then probably you are carrying all the weight alone. This is also what it is called to not be on the same page. 

We try so hard to fix in some people's puzzel that we change our shapes. I deformed myself for you and still we parted ways. 

To wherever you are tonight, i hope you always find the right people, people who will fix into your puzzle without needing to change, people who will be on the same page as you, people with whom feelings will reciprocate, and people who will never leave you alone.

Our story has ended
But i wish i could add " for now " in the above line, hoping that we will again cross paths someday but anyways if you are reading it, don't cling to that hope because life is really crazy and it has got some crazy plans for us.

I hope to meet you again
But i hope we dont 
Forgetting is not easy,
When there's so 
much to remember everyday

You are everywhere in my life 
Memories makes me weep at times
But reality hits me hard 
We are people who walked away 
And I don't know when, when 
i got so tired, so tired of us

Remember, all stories begin to end 
Some with a happy ending 
And some with sad 
But I would always believe 
ours was always sadly incomplete 

— wish i could change the book
— wish i could have us on the same page

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

september

Image
Somedays i am scrolling through my feed and see your name, sometimes i am passing down the lanes and hear your name, some nights i am struggling with sleep and listening to songs in your playlist . This world is nothing more than the amalgamation of people of different kinds, different faces, different blood groups, but having similar names as yours.  My heart has always been a darkhole of feelings it couldn't confess and for long i have held onto words, emotions and feelings until it started to feel like a loop around my neck. I feel to be able to speak how you feel is still an art, and only some writers have got this. The rest like me are all sobbing in a corner of this world writing down these pages that we'll never accept it to be more than a mere fiction if ever get caught.  The world is a playground my love, with numerous small segregations stated as different countries and these countries have further divisions into cities and in between all these partitions, we are just
Read more

letter to Ashaz

Image
To Ashaz, Ashaz, it is heavily raining here and i feel like you have visited this city. Rain has always reminded me of you. This city is haunting me  because it's too peaceful without you. Ashaz you told me that your name means, " one in million " and now it upsets me since you've gone because i feel i can't ever find someone like you because there's noone like you.  I was passing by this flowershop yesterday and it reminded me of you. You have left the city but left behind the reminders to keep reminding me of you. Ashaz your name is the sweetest melody ever my voice has sung. Before your name, i have always hated my voice.  Ashaz, i told you, i'm leaving this city tomorrow but it feels like i'll be carrying you with me. This life is so short, when we were together, time slipped by us and now that we are far, i don't know what to do, time is still slipping by and looks like my life will be over soon and perhaps i won't be able to see you for t
Read more

growing up, adulthood

Image
Wherever i am right now, it's so peaceful here. My head is in a calm place and i can really feel my breaths. When i sleep, i no longer count on sheeps, i fall in my bed, and i open my eyes the next morning.  As you grow up, you get tired of drama.  Then, you just want genuine things, honest people and bright moments. As i grew up, i just wanted real people, people who would choose me again and again. I didn't want to get into a cat fight over a guy, i didn't want to lose my sleep over someone all night, i didn't want to argue over something where i just wished to be understood, i didn't want to seek validation, i didn't want to hide, i didn't want to complain, i didn't want to wait for someone who perhaps may never come back, i didn't want to beg someone to stay, i didn't want to write letters to someone i love because i was petrified of them using it against me, i didn't want to trust someone blindly, i didn't want to take confessions s
Read more