Memories of a Good Friend

A slow guitar hums in the background and I run through my thoughts of you. You were really a good friend, soft and tender to me all the time. I laughed, I smiled and I even broke into tears as I shared my feelings with you. You were a broken mirror yourself; still you looked good in all your pieces. Hidden and safe in a shelf all the time; whenever taken out, you smiled golden with the sun on your face.

I adored such small things about you. The way I was allowed to decide the girls you will be having, the way I could name them with my free will. You agreed, you listened and that was the greatest thing about you. I picked up whenever you don’t want to talk to me, or whenever I appeared less interesting to you. Still I stringed behind you like a cat behind the lady with the fish. You may have occurred to me as a solution of many problems, or maybe not.

“Cause if you walk away, I’ll follow on…” I thought I would, but no. I am done with you being done of me. I want see you; I want to know why I made you laugh so much. Even when you read this, you must be thinking, “gash, what a looser!”but I don’t care. I am that one, that one guy who is curious for such small things. I want to know why I always felt you were special; in a rather sister who was your best friend way. I simply want to know why.

You occur to me like a kite flying away. You are beautiful in every color you are. You are happy and you appear free. It seems to me that you are running behind your dreams. So whenever you rest your hair is your home dear. I just want you to be happy. You were in my sky, now it’s time that you seem pretty in many others as well…. Thank you….(♥ŠibÜ♥)

Feeling lost

She knew that he loved her. He was not just a friend for her. But there was someone else, for whom he was the universe and it was that someone who deserved him. It was aching for her to make a choice whether to stay or walk away. She knew that her absence is something that he can’t accept. But some things are meant to end even if it’s forever that we want it to stay. He and his love were meant for that someone and not for her. She was devastated, but walking away was the only option left for her. Crying beneath the wild sky but trying hard to hide her tears. She walked away. Feeling lost. She wish to get lost in the mist somewhere, where there will be no pretence, no layers of fakeness, no judgments, no assumptions!

Painful Solitude

No matter where you are, 

You remains in my heart forever.

Thinking of you, today, Tears fall from my eyes.

Those moments of happiness and love,

that we spent together is just a dream now.

Your memories behold me today.

Focusing on my future, we sacrificed our present.

Sitting in the dark, My thoughts fly towards you.

What being with you means, I can’t tell you in words.

A painful solitude suffuses me.

Each moment, my heart cries to see you.

My each breath has the desire

To hear your voice and speak to you,

Just two words, infact that would make me happy.

Now I pray to god to give me a chance to cry aloud

Infront of my love and say that

‘Though I can’t describe you my love, I want to convey

How much I miss you in these days.

And sure being apart from you is so painful.’


Silence, all around the wood. There was such solace in that area. The place was born for them. Two humans living and filling their voids with their existence. Coloring their future with the sketches of the present. She and He was perfect. Picture perfect. And they were there again. On the shore, the lake shore. By the woods. Silence, more silence. Smile. Their car behind. Engines exhaling smoke. The birds, nature, the trees rumbling symphonies. What a beautiful day.

She went upto him. Hung her head on his shoulder. Struggled a smile. He recognized and asked what was wrong. Slow piano in the background. Flowers in slow motion trembling down towards the earth. The whole earth centered to hear what she has to say. Even the angels descended. She forced a smile again. We’re having a baby. She said at once. She said again, we’re having a baby. Silence rhymed the few seconds after. His eyes went affixed on hers. The blue of the sky, the green of the leaves, everything breached in them. They at the moment though was foggy for him. What ? He asked and she said we’re having a baby. His face turned away. But, but that was not what we planned he said. But that’s how it works hon.

A fox howled somewhere in the distance. Dusk it was, night nearly there. A plastic bag filled with a dead woman was wavering in the wind. A man washing blood of his hands in the lake. The whole earth frozen and dead silent. The currents even in the capricious lake mourning to the dead pretty. Divinity in the seconds passing. The plastic bag is roped to a large rock. The rock shaped in the shape of depression, maybe its sole purpose of existence was to cover this day into a secret.

Dark, pitch darkness. The lake seems felicitous for the plan. The man is seen with an essential grief throwing a reasonably heavy bag into the lack. Damping a rock first, the bag follows. Grieving, yet his emotions overflowing. Every thing seems rudimentary. The agony that personifies as his visage, the incantation of cries that escapes his lips after ever sip of beer. He tells himself he is ready. He feels he is infallible at the moment. He gets into the car and starts the engine. Everything seems fine. He just needs to drive away. And so he does. Hiding a murder, killing two. His engines sultry in every passing second. Everything seems wicked. His eyes red. He reaches the highway. The notes in his life seems to flip over. Her face. Her face is all he sees. Her face, her face doesn’t seem to move away.

One truck. One hit. Blood. Lots of blood. Broken car wrecks. Glasses shattered hurting the road. A whole family is dead. A loving wife, a murderer and their unborn child. Perfect for the ghosts, perfect for heaven and hell..