If there were truly a thing called “Destiny”, then it will happen.
That’s where the conversation ended. No Decision yet.
Forward seems many time clocks away and backwards laid sweat slay.
If there were truly a thing called “Sensibility”, then it didn’t exist.
Wisdom said no. The heart pumped to change that.
Words were trembling out with hurt with fear of being accepted.
If there were truly a thing called “Patience”, then it was running out.
Like sand slipped out of the clenched mind.
Feet were finding the path short-lived, stairway to heaven seen far.
If there were truly a thing called “Truth”, then it didn’t matter.
I love him unblemished. Will stay and live long.
No long did patience and sensibility bother, its destiny that’s going to keep us together.
1 comment:
Beautiful.... Stole few lines from the blog and tweeted.. should have given credit to the blogger...
In return few lines I have few lines that I have heard from someone somewhere...
Dream is destiny. The trick is to combine your waking rational abilities with the infinite possibilities of your dreams. Because, if you can do that, you can do anything.... :-)
In god we trust...
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