My old friend

My friend,

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.

What happened?

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.

My friend.

Happy Belated Birthday Myself

So i turned 21 on the 6th of February. No one wished me or gave me any gift. I wasn’t sad though. I don’t like being sad.

It was evening. 6’o clock something. The daylight was diminishing and the wind was chilly. I was coming back from my friend’s place. In the way, there is a house of a girl who was a classmate of mine. Also, if I remember correctly, she was my first crush. So there was a huge pandal beside her house. I asked my friend about it. She was getting married.

I was not unsettled. A crush changes over time. Heart is a selfish fella.

I take a look at some of my contemporaries. People who shared some part of their life with me in the past. Classmates, former best friends, friends, girls I was in love with, girls who were my senior. The first thing that comes to mind is, puberty has changed them. Second, a lot of them are no more boys and girls. They are adults. Married adults who have responsibilities and kids. Time has changed for everyone.

Now when change comes into picture, comparison comes into picture. No I am not comparing myself with them over how much of material things I have gathered over years or how much of wealth I have accumulated. For, I have none. I am happy for them. But I am a wee bit sad that love is nowhere to be found.

Books, pop songs, romantic movies, looking at couples who go with hands in hands. All these things make me miserable, even if it’s for a second. Love, it is nowhere to be found.