Curled up beneath the duvet
knees drawn up to chest
inhaling the smokey scent of my fleece
sown fresh nostalgia
I remembered how
we laughed and ate off chinaware
while sipping out of plastic cups
sitting by the fire pit
in the backyard
my eyes wandered
towards the woods at dusk
and I breathed
realizing we are just specks of dust
that glimmer in the light of our Creator.

Dear Best friend.
                       I cried today.
Not because you left me dancing in
                another hemisphere.
Not because I receive one paragraph
       of sparse-nothing information
                   from you a week.

Nay-

I cried because
you are the kind of best friend
who wafts beside me
                                                                            (like that time we led each other with our eyes
                                                                                                                             closed through the
                                                                                        crowded theme park-full of nonchalant
                                                                                                                        cotton-candy-people)
in all my sly, lively moments
and exerts more merry influence upon my wanderings
than all the other

7 billions souls on this               [The Foolish Blue Globe]
put together.

A tiny flame of desire burns you inside
No, Not friction due to lack of space
but space in-between full of violent turmoil
your dreams are high and you are weak
You want to walk alone
Be there on the top alone but crave for slaves
slaves to hold same desires and puppets to your mood-swings
You shout them words and You cry alone
You scratch your brains out, your visions blurs you blind
you cannot want but to want just little warmth
but desires inside burns your inside
its not them , but just you inside

I will
kick you
until
you bleed

Because
I want a
reaction

Because
I don't want
to be
the only one
bleeding

"I’m sorry I plastered up my bricks of wall so high and pushed you away when all I really wanted was for you to stay. I need to warn you, don't come too close, or you'll get strike by the thunder storm that I've disguised (i guess it was too late) I'm sorry, i guess i was afraid, afraid because i'm known to hurt the ones i love. So, with that i need to let you go now. I’m giving you your get out of jail card. yes you’re finally free, so run as fast as you can and i’ll fade away, I’ll escape. I’m sorry there’s nothing left to stay, will you forgive me?" I whispered to you. With that you left, just like the rest, and i understand why, who wouldn't deny.