What kind of friendship is that ?
I know you would ask
and that’s probably
the reason, of Das* dada* i don’t talk.
food lovers, tale tellers,
crossing days of school
like a game of bingo,
sharing bitter fear
and strawberry dreams,
hours we would pass
the phone bills ran high
in few initial years
once he even came home
with gifts so much dear
and then he vanished one day
where , why , no one could say.
I am prone to losing friends though
I miss him still curse him lot,
think of him, any free time i got.
he was precious,always will be so.
Prompted @ NaPoWriMo day#7 . It asks you to write a poem with seven different phrases, ideas, or just plain old “things” in it. These are:
1) an example of synasthetic metaphor — one that describes one sensory perception using adjectives more naturally suited to a different sense (e.g., “a red noise,” or a “a bitter touch”)
2) a fruit
3) the name (first or last) of someone you knew in school
4) a rhetorical question
5) a direct address to the poem’s audience — “Reader” or “mom” or “Michelle,” or maybe just “You”)
6) a word in a foreign language
7) a reference to a game of chance (darts or pool or the lottery or etc).
When i started this post, i was feeling literally on cloud 9 ! After a long long time I let myself go free, have a great conversation and just be myself – Nothing new for you ? Neither for me except that I did that in company of a wonderful person I met the first time !It was bliss beyond words.
But the smiles have faded. A sense of loss shrouds my heart. Its weird how some people become a part of your life without intending. How losing them suddenly chokes you. He did not know me but i feel i did. I adored him as much i respected him. May his soul rest in peace. The sky stole a star from the world.
Often we miss people who are far from us (physically at times and sometimes out of all contact) , but have you ever missed the way you felt when the person you think was around – ever wanted to be touched again the way that magical moment happened. To bask in the warmth of that hug which moved you most ! The one moment that sealed your bond with the other person – be it friend, lover or your girlfriend.
The tears wiped on the other shoulder,
the bear hugs on surprise gifts and visits,
the understanding “jaadoo ki jaffi(hug)” without reason or time,
the fitting 5 people in place for 3 at night outs,
the talks shared in the balcony of friend’s place in a clear night,
the hug of your irritating teenage stinking brother,
the conscious hug my dad gave me when i left for college,
the farewell hugs(each one was as hurting) ,
the >:D< , the #twugs and so on…
like stranger senses work recreate the memories at will the voids in heart filled
On the blurred edges of my dreams, where i search for you each night, I found you once waiting for me, smiling at me,or maybe on my plight.
It was a dream i know for sure, you stood as the royal unicorn, I remember just your smiling face as time witnessed a tryst of souls.
You told you will wait till eternity, but I was forbidden to yet,sleep forever, unless I was done with spreading love that was meant for you,but shared never.
There was some one else,worthy around who would hold me just like I always wished, the way I see in my dreams each night, he is the one,the true anchor of my ship.
Saying so you left me on doors of dawn to open my heart and let love rule it again to make space for the cheerful dreams and let your memories wash away the pain.
Each night since then,I dream of you full of pride and care,my royal unicorn to me you always will be the real star no matter who says “you are no more”.
This poem was first written as inspired by the pic in the post, it was edited and lengthened to be submitted to the feature magazine Fried Eye. Posting it after its been published there in their latest volume.
And i take a chance to formally acknowledge my award for last rally. Its a wonder 3 people voted for me and made this possible !! Thank you Jingle for the grace you bestow on me and to all the readers of Poetry Rally !