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Ten minutes of commercial talks And hundreds of hours of clouding my thoughts Never knew my version of you Would make me this delusional And I’d become someone connecting dots Calling it fate Reflecting the characteristics I used to cringe at; A conversation of ten minutes Now where I live I see your people A shadow of your homeland looms over the buildings I walk past by; And Where you went to college I now go there too So every step I take I hear your name ringing in my head Now they started to show up in my instafeed With prompts of diamond rings and dreamy weddings. I also thought of couple of means To cross paths and name it coincidental meets So days of conspiring Weeks of your name in my head, haunting And months of daydreaming; Still I wouldn’t call it as something divine as love; For how can my senses call it love when I know A sensible person’s most beloved is his Creator; Then I just did one thing, I asked my Creator To make me indifferent to your thoughts and existence Even if you are to be in my fate I’d rather not chase it; Instead I’ll wait Not with your thoughts cause that’d be unfair; I’d wait with honour and affection in my heart For that person whose name was written next to mine Predating creations and with divine intervention;
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Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 6:36 PM UTC
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Ten minutes of commercial talks And hundreds of hours of clouding my thoughts Never knew my version of you Would make me this delusional And I’d become someone connecting dots Calling it fate Reflecting the characteristics I used to cringe at; A conversation of ten minutes Now where I live I see your people A shadow of your homeland looms over the buildings I walk past by; And Where you went to college I now go there too So every step I take I hear your name ringing in my head Now they started to show up in my instafeed With prompts of diamond rings and dreamy weddings. I also thought of couple of means To cross paths and name it coincidental meets So days of conspiring Weeks of your name in my head, haunting And months of daydreaming; Still I wouldn’t call it as something divine as love; For how can my senses call it love when I know A sensible person’s most beloved is his Creator; Then I just did one thing, I asked my Creator To make me indifferent to your thoughts and existence Even if you are to be in my fate I’d rather not chase it; Instead I’ll wait Not with your thoughts cause that’d be unfair; I’d wait with honour and affection in my heart For that person whose name was written next to mine Predating creations and with divine intervention;
Unedited. Just a first draft. will be editing heavily later on.
MAmrin
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25/F/Dreamland
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 6:36 PM UTC
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