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An Ode to a Friend...

An ode to that friend....

I don't have many people
But I do have you
Not often do I open up
But you know all that is true

You have stuck through it all
Seen me at my worst
Saw me fall in love
With zack, and also with my first

You never judge me
Or even let me down
Always reassured me the best
Picking me up off the ground

But things have changed
And I worry for this route
If things get any worse
I will have some serious doubt

You are my all time best friend
always one I can go to
But we are drifting apart
In life, I have to have you

You are closer than a sister
And nicer than a saint
I couldnt change a thing
Or give you a complaint

I just dont want to loose you
Because we are drifting apart
I would be so lost in this world
You are a part of my heart

Know I am always here for you
Even during this rough patch
If you ever want to fall
Ill be there ready to catch

So lets put more effort forth
And try to re-patch our mistakes
Because id hate to loose years of joy
And this friendship to break

This is a small effort from me to patch up with a friend, who was worth the Earth! Someone, who promised to stand by me, decided to fall out for some lousy spam mail [(am not aware what it exactly was...;-)] that went in my name... Alas, I wasn't even given a chance to explain my position...
ramjee

Lumens Lost...

Some of the first lamps
Lit on the nights
Of the festival of ligh
Often goes off
Before, we could turn around
Lighting the last lamp


In our collection
We…
Sight it a little closely
A little longer…

Lumens lost
Is much greater
Than what it spread
When it was lit
Descends to spread
Slowly
Brightly…
In every heart!

The State

After entering
The God’s room...
Tried to get away

Satan at the doorsteps...
Turned back
Looked at God...

The halo of peace
Glowed
Around his face...
“I want to go,” Said I.
“Go and come,” said God.
After going...
I’m back!

Yet Again I've Forgotten Your Name

Burying within the screams of the sea
Amidst the fragrance of sweet smelling flowers
Collecting the wetness of the mist
My memories begin their gallop!

Before the buzz of the bee
Could fade from our ears
We had discussed "enough"
With the weight of the air
That brings down the leaves in autumn
We parted...

Like the light hidden in fire
Everything that glittered have faded
While pushing to the pinnacle of the pits
And nadir of the peaks



The cool breeze touched me
Reminding me of your name
On a rainy day
Failing to remember
What was expected
And forgetting to fall
Remains drenched...
A few flowers...
Yet again I've forgotten your name!

Success

While crossing the road.
I sighted
An anonymous Flower

Wished to turn into Carl Linnaeus
And name it
In all the worldly languages
To call it out

I stood. . .
Stunned by its ability
To stand in its own place
And bloom with success

Shouts from the other side
Jumped to side . . .
To escape
As a speeding car went past. . .

Searched along the roads
Couldn’t sight
The Successful flower!

Yearnings. . .

My yearnings...
Image In this starry desert
Are similar
To the longings Of the solitary sun

What are the gains.?
Of crude expressions
Senseless longings...
Standing strong
To touch the nadir of life.
In the undisclosed privacy!
Dishonour...
Uncovered forthrightness
The pride of being a solitary sun

The longing for life.
Never gets contented In this barren sky
Between the clouds
Which dissipate in their approach!

Withering Flowers

Meaningful poetic lines...
That aren't mine Summer Rain...
In the distant land . . .
A Bloomed and withered flower...
Behind the leaves

Before I could reach the terrace...
The set evening sun . . .
In the fear of getting disturbed...
The incomplete bird's nest

Sighted only in the photographs...
The Kurinji flowers . . .
There are many that are lost By us, and . . .
On their own!

In my room . . .
The arrested open space
The bright light
That peeps through the window . . .
Bursts in sadness for its arrest
As scattered silence!


The practiced words of the day . . .
Remain meaningless in the darkness
Your memories remain scattered
Filling the space . . .
Joining my inability to stop (you)!