Lost you my friend

Today when I had opened my eyes in the morning, I felt somewhere you are gone, my friend. I still remember, I used to share every single story of mine, and you never had any complaint. Somewhere somehow I always felt fortunate. Even I didn’t remember how many times I had bugged you to share my thoughts in between the middle of the night and sometimes I had poked you without any reason. It was fun to tease each other sometimes and to discuss our hypothetical stories sometimes. You were always like a shadow for me, and I believed that shadow will stay forever to help me to choose a right path. Even one day when I will decide to hold someone else hand, that shadow will still keep an eye on me to check whether I am okay or not. Maybe shadow is not enough to delineate my faith, maybe like a depth that ocean has. 

I know relations are not same for everyone, it means different for everyone. Some people bother about relations too much, and some just prefer to go away when they don’t know how to deal with it. In any case life never gets stop for anything, all the places get fill by something else. But still some places are special, and once they get empty, they never get filled by anything else. I don’t have any resentment against my fate or so-called “kismet”, not even with you. We all deserve better, we all need new things to have more experience in our lives. But sometimes we all miss our old times, like today I do.

I am not writing today because I am upset or something like that, I had a very nice day, but you need to write sometimes to justify yourself. I don’t know today whether I should have faith again or leave everything on the way.

My faith today, didn’t get any meaning,

What it had, has already lost somewhere,

It’s not easy to have it again,

And if gets, then it would be difficult to add another layer,

Strange but I got the faith from you,

But you took it back from me

Even I get to manage it again, and somehow able to define,

But I will always be scared to call it mine,

I know, I have lost you my friend,

I know, I can’t get the things back,

But I will wish for you always, because life will never end.

2.Shanghai

This one is for the city where I am residing for a couple of days. Skyline buildings, roads full of people, another different language, again something like a brain storming puzzle but with more fun. Food, culture, lifestyle, everything is completely different though the things are not cold. It’s my hello to “Shanghai”, to give us a nice start and place in its heart.

It seems you don’t have any limit,

You want to be first and fly high,

Then let me allow you to try at once,

To hide myself in a perfectly designed lie,

 

This time I didn’t have any idea,

Because you are so new and different,

Sometimes I feel fascinated and at some places scared too,

It’s not something what I want, it’s only you,

It doesn’t matter, I am here to love you,

I always get surprised, and I expect the same,

Though we are different with different names.

Series1. Thousand miles

It’s a short poetry to get a start today, but new things, travel to new places always force you to think in a different way. This one is just a part of this series, which I will go through for current and coming week. I will write more my new experience of knowing new people from different cultures.

Is that miles matters?

It’s just a matter of time,

Or it’s something different,

Maybe it will get better like an old wine,

I was confused, still I am.

Why with miles, we change our mind frame,

Travelling to thousand miles or different time zones,

Will not change anything for us as we know,

Maybe for others but why we bother,

Not today neither tomorrow,

We will definitely go back home,

We don’t have any plan to live alone.

I know everything

Sometimes the idea of writing doesn’t come from anywhere. I have made an attempt to pen down some thoughts through my words. This one is all about us, about our missing thoughts. We all believe that we know everything, and we have everything still sometimes when it comes to us, we behave like a juvenile.

I know everything….

Still sometimes when I walk alone,

I can see myself staggering on the way,

And I usually forget the way to come back home,

I know everything….

Still sometimes I feel tear in my eyes,

I know everything has a limit,

Even though I want to have own sky,

I know everything….

Life is all about the adaptation of new things,

Still I feel, I can’t manage with the change,

I can see a bigger world for everyone,

But for me, I find a very small range,

I know everything….

Still sometimes when I write songs,

The feeling of song has been missed somewhere,

Even I rewrite and pour my feelings in the song,

I feel the same, I am not able to find where the things went wrong,

I know everything….

Still sometimes when I want to scribble some thoughts,

I feel I don’t know anything, I might misinterpret,

Even I know the story and all about its final plot,

I know everything….

Still sometimes I feel afraid of going out in the dark,

But I know that darkness is not so scary than the inner one,

Even though I wait for the day to have a new start,

I know everything….

Still sometimes I feel I have lost many things in chasing the future,

I know that wasn’t bad, its nature law to survive,

Though I can’t accept them either as a part of my past or a tool to be alive,

I know everything….

Still sometimes I feel alone even in the crowd,

I know we came with this body, will only have this body at last,

Though we realize the need for human interaction to draw the conclusion from past.

Meltdown

The idea about this came from a generous thought. How could it be defined if we lose ourselves sometimes to have an unknown transformation? I saw a block of ice resting on my kitchen table, and then later I found it meltdown. The ice would have left its features though it seems happy and pacified. I tried to scribble some thoughts what I have felt for the block of ice, might not be completely justified but somewhere it defines something.

Somewhere, somehow I would prefer to meltdown,

Maybe in today task either in the notes from the past,

I would presume to see myself surrounded by people,

Collecting every single drop and letting me freeze again so I can last,

I might feel cold, cold shivers and disperse my thoughts,

I would try to stitch everything together, so nothing can be spread more,

Everyone can feel warm feeling hidden inside even I am cold,

Neither defined anywhere nor specified, I hope they do even I left the things before,

Grasping the things that never defined to be mine,

Rolling down there and pretending that everything is fine,

Sometimes I desire to have same for you,

So I don’t feel empty, and alone, even I loose every single page,

But with you I can endure anything, without having any rage,

I know it might surprise you, but would you like to meltdown with me?

I would never leave you until the blood is running through the flesh,

You would see later my dear but before that you need to say yes.