Believe Believes?

“Believe me it will happen one day”

Told me someone who believes that

Believe believes in herself

Peculiar yet amazing

Whom does Believe believes in

Herself or someone else?

A question I believe I may find an answer

So today found her and asked her

“whom do you Believe believe?

Your ideas, opinions, thoughts, perception,

Mind-set, a hope to someone or

A lone sufferer standing for everyone yet not for one”

The answer was silence

Yes, silence of her face

But something quite unexpected

A little sad, sorrowful

She stood up and left the table

Unanswered my question

Filled me with speculation

Theories and assumptions

Bothered by the situation

I tried calling her loud

Felt ignored

Messaged her

Felt ignored

Called her up

Felt ignored

But didn’t find the answer

A few days later met the friend

Who consoled me back then

Reconsoled me, made me rebelieve

That she will connect back

Felt hopeless

Yet met Hope today

Asked her the reason of sadness of believe

Hope replied in a tone of discomfort

“she was sad cause acceptance left us”

Surprised by the answer

Retried connecting Believing

Felt agitated

Arrange a meeting with acceptance

Replied him “realization is not having a talk lately”

Felt shocked

Cause realization was never quite even in quite situations

A strong opponent of excuse and close friend of the whole group

Walking in a dilemma

Suddenly hit a stranger

When realized and tried apologizing 

Met an old friend Thinking

Quite broken was he

Unready to accept the fate

Fate of Believe

Cause Believe locked herself in a room once again

Straight ran

Knocked the door

Opened by Believe but in misery

Flushed was her face with tears, anxiety and stress

Remarked a poster in the room

“you are a bit late”

Realized me, how uncertain I was

Surrounded by speculations, issues, options, stress,

Anxiety, burden, responsibilities, self-doubts,

Created a path never to be constructed

It appears realization a just a key to acceptance

But Believe is the wisdom of experience of

 feeling the pain of first time plucking

the rose in the vast, huge field of life

there stood a poster again in the room, quoting

‘Believe in yourself

May the best way

To make Believe believe ?’