True Ending...
Why did you have to go?
Why was I selected to be the one in pain?
Were you meant to go?
Why did it have to end?
These questions were and have haunted us somewhere in our lives. The answers to some were left unsaid and unquoted.. The reasons are translucent and invisible..
The story of a couple who started off at a high, with the aim to sustain till the time permits. The finish line was always in sight.. Yet the likes were always alike, the needs were similar and space meant the world around. The knowledge of the ending was so firm that the story didn't breath it's true end rather an end which was unknown..
The hurried life took a toll on the lives of the two. The meaning of love was lost. The true ending was never seen, what left was broken apart..
A friendship started with simple 'HI' building up to fair replies. The connection felt was active and sound. The relationship was on a stable ground. Yet there came the troubled waters which took away what was sorted.. The sluggish bond became heavy and finally ended with a weak goodbye. The two never saw one another only knew that their time was a bummer. The fragile bond broke into pieces!
The fight of our lives is to maintain what we have insight. The presence of things, the relationships we have, the goals we are yet to achieve. The path is only what we have seen. The race against time is for things we want, we expect and we need. The race isn't for what he had, what we wanted and what we needed. The people who are with us are those who matter, the ones who left are not in our list. They are the ones who will not end up in the finish line.
It's like we are writing our own books where someone ends up being an important chapter, where a milestone is marked. The phases of our lives are different ending's that begin the new season with new elements, new characters. When we'll finally end our books we will be having the true endings. The endings we had planned and what we had desired.
The finish line is yet to be seen, yet to be experienced. What will the line be like? It might be...
The line might be covered in lights, the gloominess would've weaned away.
The line might be the end of the rainbow which will have a pot full of luck, wealth unclaimed.
The line might have a red ribbon with a series of cameraman standing to click my pictures.
The line may just be fairy-tale which ends with my prince in tow.
At the end just one story pops in my head. It's a story of a young woman who had everything she wanted, a lovely child and a smart husband. But she ended up in a no man's world, with a new face, no name and hurt life. She gathered up her strength for a new life and revenge on her mind. At last she did succeed but took a sabbatical to know what she really means. The last was simple and she had a true ending!
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Why was I selected to be the one in pain?
Were you meant to go?
Why did it have to end?
These questions were and have haunted us somewhere in our lives. The answers to some were left unsaid and unquoted.. The reasons are translucent and invisible..
The story of a couple who started off at a high, with the aim to sustain till the time permits. The finish line was always in sight.. Yet the likes were always alike, the needs were similar and space meant the world around. The knowledge of the ending was so firm that the story didn't breath it's true end rather an end which was unknown..
The hurried life took a toll on the lives of the two. The meaning of love was lost. The true ending was never seen, what left was broken apart..
A friendship started with simple 'HI' building up to fair replies. The connection felt was active and sound. The relationship was on a stable ground. Yet there came the troubled waters which took away what was sorted.. The sluggish bond became heavy and finally ended with a weak goodbye. The two never saw one another only knew that their time was a bummer. The fragile bond broke into pieces! The fight of our lives is to maintain what we have insight. The presence of things, the relationships we have, the goals we are yet to achieve. The path is only what we have seen. The race against time is for things we want, we expect and we need. The race isn't for what he had, what we wanted and what we needed. The people who are with us are those who matter, the ones who left are not in our list. They are the ones who will not end up in the finish line.
It's like we are writing our own books where someone ends up being an important chapter, where a milestone is marked. The phases of our lives are different ending's that begin the new season with new elements, new characters. When we'll finally end our books we will be having the true endings. The endings we had planned and what we had desired.
The finish line is yet to be seen, yet to be experienced. What will the line be like? It might be...
The line might be covered in lights, the gloominess would've weaned away.
The line might be the end of the rainbow which will have a pot full of luck, wealth unclaimed.The line might have a red ribbon with a series of cameraman standing to click my pictures.
The line may just be fairy-tale which ends with my prince in tow.
At the end just one story pops in my head. It's a story of a young woman who had everything she wanted, a lovely child and a smart husband. But she ended up in a no man's world, with a new face, no name and hurt life. She gathered up her strength for a new life and revenge on her mind. At last she did succeed but took a sabbatical to know what she really means. The last was simple and she had a true ending!
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
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