And the coffee is finished

In between the sips of the coffee
The talks of marriage was being exchanged
Not of her's
But of someone in the town she knew
But of her siblings

It doesn't come easy to her to spell about her own
Although it's own mind somewhere in the corner
She have alot of wandering clouds
Some drifting to heart
Some drifting to mind
Some drifting to him
Some drifting to the right
The right defined by her mom

Mom says
"Now a day's people say something
People mean something else
People act on some other definitions
You want something else
You try to convince yourself for something else
You are lazy to action your goals
You are just being.
And that's only can do at this moment.
Be.
You can't help your heart but,
Please help it be on your side more than the side
It wants to.
Life doesn't work as per our plans
It sometimes happens that
Life and we agree over certain thoughts
And then Goals happen.

And the cup stands empty
So did she
Career is happening to her
Knowledge is coming and leaving with more speed
But
It seems heart is just spilling of the red blood
And so the love just flows with it.
If she finds the future love
Will she be vacant of love
Will he have the enough to hold both of them

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