I am a memory of your past.
Or I am just living it again in these hours of loneliness.
I am alone now, left by all.
But I remember the days when we were together.
It was schooltime.
We ate together, we played together.
We even got our heart broken together.
So many things between us trapped in memories of a time which has gone and will not return,
despite my nonstop requests.
Bring those times back, is the only phrase I can speak these days.
As if our friendship is only limited to those days.
Did life happened to us?
Or it was the distance between us and our talks.
I do not want to be a stranger to you.
Someone you will see years later in crowd and try to avoid.
Damn this life and world and people and their practicality at all times.
A man got to live.
Let him live in his memories.
Do not inflict lonelinesses on more and more people.
Let them meet their friends for once and without any kind of worries and limits.
Let them sit together and laugh over old memories and make new one, together.
Where are your friends tonight?
I do not want to face this question ever again.
I say we must be unluckiest of people on the Earth,
When we have got insane means of communication,
And still we have become a stranger to each other.
I feel trapped with memories.
A man can endure God knows how many heartbreaks,
But the silence of his own friends whom he knew better than himself,
It is defying and something unknown to him.
Make new friends and meet new people,
It is all nice and sunshine.
But where are the old pals of yours?
This is the question I need to answer.
Friends do not come with an expiry date.
My friend, let’s meet someday.
I would like to tell you about this life I’ve lived.
You’d tell me about yours.
Now that we are old, do not fret if you tend to forget the days between your memories of things.
We will fill it mad laughter which will go out in all directions.
Let’s sit down and talk,
Before this flickering light of life goes away or our memory of our years fails us.