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My Dear Friend

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Time flies by and I think

When was the last time I spoke to you.

You, who were my best friend

You, who still are.

 

You have seen me at my lowest

And loved me with all you had

You held me up every time I fell

And hugged me a little tight.

 

I knew not when you became my best friend

I knew not if I was yours

All I knew was you were there for me

And I was there, for you.

 

You brought peace and joy

And we held on tight,

And in a land that was unknown

You were my ray of hope.

 

We promised to keep in touch

And we did too for a while

But life caught us with the ups and down

And in vain, I look around for you.

 

I wish we lived closer

We would catch a movie and sip some coffee too.

We would sit in silence for a little while

Just you and I.

 

I miss you my dear friend, I miss you a lot

Our silly laughs and random thoughts

Midnight walks

And phone calls at the end of the day.

 

While the ebb and flow have taken us along different shores

I know that you know

I hope that you know, my dear friend

You remain, the sister of my heart.

 

 

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Solitude

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I will try again, anyway.

 

When darkness descends

And hugs the weary earth in a tight embrace

I glaze into the setting sun

Fighting solitude.

 

I curl up and dream

Of a time that could have been

A time that lurks inside my mind

Toying with the possibility of a better tomorrow.

 

I search for comfort among shallow souls

I search for peace among the throngs of ravaging turmoil

I search for silence among the rancorous laughter of disdain

I search for sanity among the insane.

 

Inside my mind when darkness falls,

The battle continues.

 Between the known and the unknown

Between the lost hopes and the chances to come

Between the aching soul and the free spirit.

 

As I close my eyes and drift away,

I hear the leaves rustle- they hush my pain.

I fight the tears, I must

I tell myself it’s okay or maybe it’s not

I will try again, anyways.

Nostalgia

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Nostalgia is a good thing, they say.

 

That favorite dress you wore to every party

The fight over the TV remote with your sibling

The holiday shopping and gift wrapping

That extra pocket money for all the ice cream.

 

Holding hands to cross the street

Sulking when denied that special treat

Looking out of the window to catch the taxi turning the bend

That had in it, people you loved.

 

Brown covers on school notebooks

White ‘keds’ for PT class

Running around in circles till our heads spun

Are now all things of the past.

 

The big courtyard with the mango tree

And clothes hanging on the lines

Faces I can no longer touch

All remain in my memory, immune to the tricks of time.

 

The sound of the ice cream man on sultry afternoons

The sudden ‘load shedding’

That unexpected guest and unbridled giggles

Are now sacred pages in my memory pocket book.

 

Pretty little smiles fill up the present

Dreams abound

Wheels of time spin faster than before

As I rush to hold on.

 

Scattered across the memory

Are glimmers of a time a gone by

Nostalgia peeks from corners

As my soul dances to the tinkling rhythms of the past.

 

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