A Thought

Many a time thought

Time is taking its course

But it left as a thought

Never turned to reality.

One thought of No

No, that nobody will understand

Dispersed all thoughts

made alive all the while.

Some are meant to

Some are not

Some clicks

Some don't 

He clicks with her

She clicks with him

But why shouldn't I? 

I must be clicking too

You may 

You may not

It is all about connection

That your inner self feels

With an other individual

It can not be achieved

Through constant trying

Constant efforts

It just happens

If it is real. 

You are giving out your best side

You are wasting your energy

On the wrong person

For when the meant appears

You will miss out

You will push away

Where you belong to! 

Out of your tiredness

Of being cheated on, 

Of being lied on, 

Of being broken, 

Of being spoken,

You are tired of being true to others

Of being yourself 

In always giving your best part

And get neglected at the end

Left behind at last

Since the use of you has been come to an end

So are you to them. 

You are just a carrier

You are just a machine

You are just an assistant 

To them

To their work done. You are over

Whatever you were

For them 

Since it has happened so many times

For a while 

You are over 

For yourself too

You are over 

In giving your best.

For now, a second thought would get automated

On every occasion 

For everything 

Before she does anything. 

For people, you have missed out!

A genuine true she

Who was not an individual

As she mattered did not

for herself

Now realizing 

Not for others too.

Thus changed the priorities

That which excludes everything

but her Own Self.