Did you ever think how soulmates could be like?
Sitting near the window, with a cup of tea, and plugging in the earpods, playing the favourite music and looking at the shower, as if the deluges seeked validation from the dry soil, soaking it with love... Did you ever feel, like a person out there in some other window might have done the same? We never know...
"All I know, All I know, loving you is a losing game!"- Did you ever fall in love knowing that you never had them but lost them with every breath? Did you feel that if eyes got lost in each other was a sign of love, so was losing your person without having them...
Did you ever feel that when you relieved a sigh of breath cause there was too much to behold, there was someone else searching for a person to lay a head on their shoulder, cause they wanted to hold someone tight? Maybe...
Did you ever feel that everytime a wrong number flashed up on your mobile, there might have been someone trying to call their nearest one in that very hour? Cause the soul needed a mate to reach out? Remember "LUNCH BOX?" "RIGHT?"
Did you ever feel that someone might have wished to the shooting star, at the same minute as you did hoping to meet someone who weren't known to them but we're meant to be understood?
Did you ever feel that in a parallel world, there must have been a person walking down an isle, just like you did, matching the steps with you--- in a different corner, looking at the same sky, but from a different land, sighing down at the same time, to lay a different shadow of search of love within visibility but never beyond?
Souls never needed a mate, a guide, an instructor... All they need is an incomplete imperfect piece to care for, the love and to join it with there broken piece to make a complete love story...
-❤️ Uditi Chakraborty ❤️
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Scaffolds To The Unreachable
Não FicçãoSometimes in the story of our lives, we loose the scaffold through which the life of the story tries to reach out to the unreachable... Be it a party for celebration or a coffee with the warmth of beloved both keep the stupid heart alive, to beat th...
