That day, when the dark set in, i poured the last of my Jack into a steel tumbler and dropped two cubes into it, not knowing how this day was going to change the way i viewed life. The road less travelled is what i chose over those hundreds of known ways, i hesitated only once, then never till today and probably never again. Fun for me was those numerous occasions where the balcony shook faith, alcohol evoked emotions and smoke channeled sources, little did i know that fun was also prevalent in those times you spent with people with whom you connected. The connection here is beyond friendship, a little less than life but full of life. One little problem with my attitude towards life, i engage deep in relationships and then i hurt them, some stay while others pack their bags. But one thing is for sure, if i have ever spoken to you, you have found a place in my heart. Goodbyes and Farewells are for those who willingly or unwillingly wish to part, my spirits remain entwined in those souls in which i have found respite. You are no different, in fact you hold a place above the Halo.

The hardest goodbye


Just as it drew to an end, I knew. The downward spiral had been obvious for a while. Yes, I was foolish enough to intertwine the fate of who I supported, with my own fate. Well, my own fate in relation with you.

Did I want to say goodbye? No. I was forced to. You prepared me for it, but I was still unhappy. Its probably good training for me. No, that's just something I tel myself to feel good about it. But I hate it. My phone hates it too.

There is unfinished business, so to say. Maybe its rare. Maybe its going to be burnt. I have not decided. I am layering too many meanings here. But you will have to witness the end.

Above all else, I honour our friendship. I said I would do anything for you, I meant it. You have the rare distinction of having had my honesty throughout. Only that small percentage is locked away. Out of which you know 10% as well. Believe in me. I know you have a few doubts. I know I did not give you prompt replies. You sometimes pulled my leg about other people gaining more importance. It is not true. Even during times I have shut up, I have still spoken to you. With time I will quell your doubts, if any. Stay till then.

You sped along, leaving stardust in your wake.
Stardust to grant me a better life.
I collected it all and wished.
I wished, that you come back.

Love and respect....


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