a friend, I am proud of


Little did I imagine the nuances of life,
Could be stranger than reality,
A friend, his friend and finally my friend,
Little did I realize the value of relations.

Tucked in the corner of a space,
Eyes scanned her through,
Small, lesser, little, minor,
Was all I could think.

Petite, her nature, blew the horns,
Strength flowed out,
Her presence overshadowed her courage,
It really did mark the start of a journey.

The dim lights spared no thought,
Her eyes said something,
Stronger than the way I saw her,
Her aura started filling the arena.

She held no ties to me,
A very casual, yet intriguing meet,
As the day progressed, my priorities played on,
I decided to bid farewell.

Time swayed fro and fro,
Connections lost, relations weakening,
The water stood between,
I flew across to land abroad.

The medium of modern talks,
Made me reconnect to people,
Specially with her, a friend,
She let it flow, the pain, the agony.

Her words weighed a ton,
Her mind about to float,
Her pain shadowed her persona,
I stumbled upon more than a friend.

I became a part, sketched her pain,
I withered the roots to let her free,
From the crutches of sorrow,
To see a world more of glory,

Her intellect intimidated me,
The least should have been overwhelmed,
I maintained acquaintance,
I feared a loss.

She kept climbing the stairway,
Going from strong to stronger,
In our day, I see her close,
Close to break the line.

Her talks pressed the issue,
More than the sound, the voice,
She played the guitar,
To let the strings know the pain.

Her books found her hidden,
Songs discovered her,
Her friends made her realize,
Her chocolates gave her life.

She always stood there,
To listen, to speak, to share,
The limits of hope couldn’t have been more stretched,
The pursuit of happiness will always include her.

Let the fangs of pain stay away,
Peaks of Himalayas be the sky,
Joy and little bit of pain,
Rollercoaster, yet safe life.

Chase life till it chases you,
See life through a looking glass,
Never let your reflections stare at you,
More than I could wish, for a friend.

A call from a bystander, forget me not,
I may not be the one, to be proud of,
I assure you no shame, no blame,
Let me be your last hope, let me fix
Never allow me to let it go.

Comments

  1. I'm also proud of this friend..

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  2. Nice one... No points for guessing who this was written for, right?

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  3. so many things you wish to say..
    but so many things you wish to hear...

    so many thoughts,yet unexpressed..
    but so many lives,yet discovered...

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