Octaves

by Riya Yadav

Indeed, there were so many things that I imagined, but reality hits you harder than you think it would. There is still a long way distance yet to be covered, without you. I can’t stop myself wondering where you are and how are things going in your life. I never thanked you for making me realise what true love is. I wish we could share a stroll in a windy cloudy night and altogether get through the rough weather and devastated roads, but what is the point of fighting to live your life everyday, if you get things this easily. Walking alone in this empty road made me realise few things.

This life, doubtlessly a mixed tape
With no choices to pause or skip
Somedays you might get lucky
Dance on your favourite songs on a starry night
The other days you might just wanna left alone to sob
There are days when your sadness ignites your soul with fire
Followed by the days you just feel lustless
The artists are the beautiful people that you meet in your life
Some really touch your heart with their presence, some are inevitable and worthless
Miserably, you meet some of the artists who accidentally once in a lifetime occur in your playlist
It’s heartbreaking to never listen to their beautiful voices again
Yet you try to make the most of the time and their songs somehow always remain in your heart forever
The lyricist is heavenly father
The music is the mood and the stability of your feelings
All we wait for is the last song of our playlist to be heard

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