Known long enough, need no explanation.

Weird, the start was weird,
Strangers meeting strangely,
I met her, chirpy, full of life,
There starts the get along,

Met and again met,
Through people, through friends,
Slowly started to get to know,
The person behind the clouds.

Stupid, persistent, yet sweet,
Lively, vigorous, yet lethargic,
Animated, spirited yet passive,
Joy, sorrow, and love.

Read did she vigorously,
Write did she exquisite,
Speak she did stunningly,
Love she did charmingly.

She wandered into the wilds,
Where a shot never mattered,
The anxious facets of matter,
Played her sonata,

Masterpiece of liberty,
No preconceptions,
Nor rigid, her voice,
Modeled the flow of essence.

Her voice shadowed the curse,
Her words played melody,
Her writings so simple, yet intricate,
She saw life the way we couldn’t.

The moon took retreat,
Failed to realize the darkness,
Nights stretched to days,
An escape to insanity.

Utter, did we on all,
Sane or irrational,
Talk did we for ages,
Every talk played tunes of magic.

The air between light,
Shaped a gem, untouched,
Precious, yet not for retail,
An auction that may have no buyers.

The lantern kept lit,
Shades of life argued,
Passed the barriers of nothingness,
Joy and sorrow, I heard.

Different people hit along,
Saw the changing faces,
She stayed for long,
Gained my trust.

Saw and lived through phases,
Not again I see them,
A little wish, made true,
Grateful, appreciate the time.

Then the wind chime rang,
The left cross over to the right,
Alone, and again,
Moments still haunt me to shame.

Courage I must say, to see me again,
She held her chin high,
One more lesson learned,
Bow before the spirit in her.

Little different was the temperament,
So lame were the excuses,
Wishes to see success,
Is all that I desire.

Time swayed to new horizons,
Slowly but steadily, moments passed,
But time made me realize,
The purity in friendship,
To which till date I wail.

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