It’s a round world, a strong heart given to a stronger lady who wasn’t worth it. Kept innocence almost offered to a secretive soul and loyalty offered to a uncertain lady. A mystery before the beholder.

A world full of surprises, years slashed, hearts broken, pieces picked and yet it never mastered that ‘past was past’. The circle was always the same and the right angle was never found. It was always fresh everyday. And the struggle of keeping the vessel sailing yet the the crew wasn’t ready to sail. Probably the captain had made a mistake. A mistake of choosing the  wrong voyage. But the storm was here and there was no way the vessel could sink. So the vessel needed lesser people. It was either of us to jump into the sea to save the other. But  everyone was willing to jump over the vessel because everyone wanted to save the other.

Words might never ever express my emotions. But then I guess stones exist and that’s why diamond’s compete with them. They say you lose diamonds picking stones. What if you pick stones not knowing Diamonds exists? Is it wrong? Who is to blame? The fact that one doesn’t know or the fact that one knows the truth but still wants it’s complicated? Good things have a way of finding us but good things also never need explanations. I suppose if something is right it doesn’t need any explanations. So what if the writer is left handed does it mean that he doesn’t need a left handed writer? Some questions have no answers. But they still need to be asked.

My soul is caged. Your Soul is after my own chains. Chains that made me lose track of who I am. Maybe you are me. What if me wasn’t a good person? Or what if there was never ‘me’? Well I wish the chains were in my grasp but I guess-
Pain grows to bitterness and the only way to get over it is to grab inner peace.
🌼One day| The ground will be leveled🤞

Keeping Memories and words in heart is risky, it broods to lack of happiness and no matter how much we try to make a difference. We still never get to the front door. No matter what key we use, if the visitor was never needed, his reception will always be bad. And that’s why some things are better not said however being kept in heart might also cause damages. Maybe this is it.
The foretold days and whether you never understood my pain. Someone was to. They would  understand what I said to you more than you never chose to.