Flipping the pages of good old books
I found our little old note again
A note, which was a new cycle
Of two wandering souls crossing paths
To find each other in one another
Notes turned out to be talks,
Talks turned out to be a habit,
Habit turned out to be a new hope,
Laying a bridge in between
To reach out a bit more,
To trust a bit more,
To understand a bit more,
Everything felt right for a moment
No haste, no chase
Just pieces falling into their right place
For the first time
I have sensed the passing of time
Every inch of the second was earnest
Holding a bit of suspicion
Yet removed the cold blocks from each other
Being amazed to get back to the happy self
Unknown of future
A desire rose to be together forever
Still, none of us confessed
Out of fear of losing each other
Holding faith in the universe
Walking hand in hand
We were on an endless journey
With loads of books of memories
There were no more options
There were no more explanations
Just, surrounded by priority
To look through each other
Dusting the thoughts, we thought
We were together without any difficulty
We were meant to meet,
We were meant to be
That's the time when the realization hit
The universe is the writer of our beginning.
© Shajong_89