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;
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 6:36 PM UTC
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.
