A Stupid Belief

Oft have I heard the preachers say
“Time and Tide waits for none”
This is false, quite untrue;
‘Coz time and tide do wait for some.

The days of day-dreaming and fairytales have passed away,
Responsibilities and tensions have made its way
Yet the happily ever afters…in it still have an impact.
“Life lived believing in fiction is amazing”, it’s a fact.

Believing in fiction is stupidity! Love being stupid!!
In some corner of the earth there’ll be a cupid.
“Be logical. Be real.” The philosophers say,
Wish a stupid belief turns up to be true to everyones dismay…

Movies, novels give love a perfect display
Living for the other come what may.
“My life will be this picture perfect!” I always say
A best buddy even after vows is what I pray.

Waiting for a stranger to hold hands…
To be best buddies till the very end.
Time and tide waits for none???
Nope!!!It always waits for the perfect one

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Resident of Goa. Am an Arts graduate. Working in a Real Estate Company as a Personal Secretary. Love reading love stories. Am sweet to people I like and bad to people I hate...A mirror of your actions
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