Tag Archive: Friendship


Ignorance

Common friends were many,
Yet they noticed each other’s face.
Ignorance was mutual,
Still heartbeats increased in pace.

An incomplete tale was their past,
Feelings they thought would forever last…
But life had its twists and turns all along,
Soon the right choice faded… the relation seemed wrong.

"Mutual Breakup" was the diplomatic answer for friends,
"Moving on" to new beginnings leaving behind broken ends.
Both were happy in their own worlds now,
Yet social gatherings like these were still awkward somehow.

Ignorance though was a game well played,
Filmy situation it seemed, a Bollywood moment so swayed.
Background music was lacking, but drama persisted,
To even say a "Hi" – seemed a crime that both resisted.

And so went on a silent night…
Lovers had moved on, but two friends missed each other yet continued the fight 🙂

I wanted to write a story

There is this story I always wanted to write,
Never really got the plot completely right.
A story of love.. a story of friends…
Of a life lived well, no broken ends .

Tried writing short snippets adding to a tale,
Each time I tried, I would eventually fail.
The story still exists somewhere in my mind,
A tale made up from imagination and some memories left behind.

The Wanderer’s Peace…

A wanderer once travelled to find…
Through new experiences his peace of mind
Distant places he explored new..
Adventures too…he had his share few
But all awhile his goal still remained
Through experiences many…peace he hadn’t gained
He returned to his homeland…found estranged family, separated old friends…
Patched up relations…mended broken ends..
And so in the end..he found his peace..
Travel was terrific…but home was his final bliss !

A warrior once fought,
A battle too great
Valour he had… Recognition he sought,
An identity, for which all his life he did wait.

For he was a foundling, abandoned at birth,
Born a prince, son of the sun,
Skilled he was, yet struggled to showcase his worth,
In the testing ground of princes, he was the odd one

With no words to speak, and head hung low,
The warrior was about to retreat, losing to his fate,
But among mocking princes many, one stood out, cried "Hello !"
"O Noble Warrior.. don’t go please wait"

"He is skilled and meritous, fit to be a king,
And so I declare him one, his glories everyone will sing !"
In that fateful moment, a friendship was sealed,
A debt too heavy, under the burden of which, the warrior always reeled.

As history knows, the warrior soon faced a choice,
During the most illustrious battle of his life !
He knew now of his family, a time to rejoice,
But alas they were his opponents, this was his strife.

Yet to fight for his friend, was his duty at present,
He controlled his emotions, not let them flow in the moment,
The world knew him as a villian, yet he was just a victim of fate,
The choice he was presented with, came rather too late.

A righteous man he was, and stuck to his codes,
Genereous and kind for which he will win applauds,
His code was clear, he couldn’t betray his friend,
Even if that meant, an end to his family, to his existence, to his truth, his identity’s end.

And so a warrior once fought,
A battle too great…
Succeed he did not,
But then.. his righteousness stood the test of his fate.

Time moves on…

Time moves on…so must we…
From old attachments.. someday.. we must be free.
Days will pass.. so will weeks, months and years…
One will remember moments of laughters and tears.
Have more of the former.. latter is of no use…
Why be in despair.. when life keeps one amused.
So rejoice.. and walk with hopeful mirth towards days ahead.. of glee…
Time moves on… And so must we !

Seated in the library, a writer tried to write,
Trying to define his existence, with a struggling attempt to set things right,

He tried to rectify the errors of his past,
Though he was short of time, in the few moments that will last!

He tried to write a tale too long,
Lost track in-between, wrote it all wrong…

He had new beginnings, he faced the same end,
A broken tale with nothing to mend

Fragments many, of a life gone by,
Turned to fiction, truth woven in a thread called lie

Of a wanderer at heart, that he always was,
Wandering on random ways, left with no purpose!

With memories left to be forgotten someday,
As he walked on, on his broken way.

Many twists and turns were still stored in fate,
It seemed to him he was life’s favourite bait!

Back to the question, of what to write,
The writer pondered a lot, but nothing seemed right!

His words were empty, a tale with no track,
The end was an irony, a meaningful conclusion it lacked!

He wrote of days long gone…
Of memories many, remembered by none…
Of friends he met, and foes he made,
Tattered glimpses of a past, that will soon fade !

Of long talks…over matters non-trivial…
Of excuses to meet for workings unreal..
Of a rose not given…of a sentence unsaid…
Of a call unconnected…of a letter unread…
And so the tale, went on and on,
Of random moments turning to memories to be retold later in some song!

Of love, or what he believed love was,
A random verse, to explain his loss,
Of random twists in tale, to set things wrong,
Indeed, his tale was turning too long !

He faced highs, he faced lows,
A murky life full of emotional blows
To give him support was his favourite quote,
Life’s Like That… he always wrote !!

Mon Ami

Dear Joe,

Hi,

Yeah, I know you will be angry with me.

You kept writing letters and I never replied to one.

Yes it’s my fault; I failed to keep in touch.

Its not that I had forgotten you, it’s just a busy life you know.

Over time, even you stopped writing letters to me; you must have been fed up of me not replying to you.

I remember our college days, when we were the best of friends. We still are, aren’t we? Distance doesn’t break friendships.

Let’s meet up and revive the old times. I will be coming to UK next month for a week’s holiday. I know you will be glad to meet me and so am I. See you soon.

Your friend,

Sam

P.S.: I have decided to spend the maximum time possible with you while I stay there, so I haven’t made any hotel bookings. I will stay at your home. 🙂

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Sam thought over it for minute. True, Joe was his best friend once, but over time they had lost contact. For last two years he hadn’t heard a word from him. But then again, Joe was one of those emotional guys. He will never forget old friends. Free accommodation in UK for a week was done.

A few days afterwards he received a letter.

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Mr. Sam,

Sorry to inform you, but your dear friend Joe died two years back. Since he stayed alone and had no family members, his house was auctioned and I am the new owner of this house. I understand your grief and hope that you come over it soon. May God bless your good friend’s soul.

Yours truly…

Mr. Arthur Alright

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Sam sighed. “There goes my trip”

Or perhaps not!

Why UK…why not France!

Time to write another letter…

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Mon Ami Julian…