Saturday, April 14, 2007

Where are you my friend



One of my naive attempts at writing poetry. Dedicated to one of my best friends.


Where are you my friend

Those days we spent together
Unruffled by the world around
Surfing on the sea of friendship
Caring not for tomorrow to come

The days are gone and the time unknown
All look like a rusty book on a shelf
But it has the smell that haunts me
And I take the book and turn the pages

I see characters all colorful
Each one with a story to tell
All look distant but they are in my eyes
And I feel their beats when I hear my heart

And in one such story i see you
You and i and the beautiful world
The story is of love and friendship
I read it and my heart sings with joy

But the story ends without an end
The characters lost in the oblivion of time
Where are you my friend i am here
Stuck in a moment with you in mind

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2 comments:

Unknown said...

The Book Of Life

The book of life, when it narrates itself
Questions me, about its end
There is no end, it will last till eternity
Till there is love, till there is friendship

‘Friendship’, one of the most beautiful chapters
My Mind has read, my Heart has felt
The feelings are always there, to persist
To tell tale

The characters though appear vanished or lost
But those colorful ones got little haze
Do not keep them in eyes, they might flow
Lock them in your heart, the perfect place

Friends am always there with you
In the old, in the new
Making sweet memories through
And hence, the book of life continue

Unknown said...

The Book Of Life

The book of life, when it narrates itself
Questions me, about its end
There is no end, it will last till eternity
Till there is love, till there is friendship

‘Friendship’, one of the most beautiful chapters
My Mind has read, my Heart has felt
The feelings are always there, to persist
To tell tale

The characters though appear vanished or lost
But those colorful ones got little haze
Do not keep them in eyes, they might flow
Lock them in your heart, the perfect place

Friends are always there with you
In the old, in the new
Making sweet memories through
And hence, the book of life continue