Me and My Muse

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Once A Friend

Wouldn't have been a little harder,
To run away, to be spared.
The little boy still stood gazing,
At the pond 'chwas dark and calm;

Nasty winds flew the memories
Thinking of the past.
Of cycling beside the railroad,
Of cricket matches,
Of empty pockets at the fairs.

They ran through empty fields
On rainy afternoons,
Till their little legs could.
They fought the bullies at school
Just like the way, together, they stood.

Been many years since they met;
One morning at the dew wet bench.
Each trying to share a lie
To their moms; for missing the bus.

There were fights,
And promises of innocent revenge.
Which lasted no more than sunsets,
With each ticking on the others head.
And choclates, cakes, brown bread.

The striking-steel mate,
Came back after that day.
Wrapped in a shroud;
The cloth they call death.
Tears rolled down the cheeks,
And still feels sweet.
'Coz once a friend, and ever a friend.
Their friendship would never sleep.

[dedicated to my long lost friend... still remember you]



Blogger Anika said...

That was amazing , Arnab. I was so nostalgic going through that piece. Thanks for making me go back to ponder over the memories that are so close to my heart but was forgotten for sometime.
Will wait for something like this again. CHEERS!

Sunday, October 15, 2006 6:05:00 PM  
Blogger bharati said...

That was heart wrenching....

Life is so uncertain. We dont know if we could exist the next moment. I felt this sudden pain after knowing that a school friend of mine whom I silently admired was no more and that I come to know of this years later .....

Tuesday, October 17, 2006 6:51:00 PM  

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