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"You look fine to me"
The problem with depression,
Unnoticeable.
Her smile caught my eyes,
Whilst her dreams alone captured
Every piece of me.
The swings and the stress
with you being around
when life was a mess
everything is still so fresh.

These are the memories that I fend
I'm just proud to be your best friend
I get to walk with you, hand in hand
I'm just happy to be your best friend!

The Judo, and the Snake and Ladder
were only the 'games' that used to matter
And what you did to make me smile
when my dreams used to shatter!

Glad to realize that we are still the same
the jokes that we crack are still the lame
And I know that when you are my friend
there is nothing that will make me feel ashamed.

These are the memories that I fend
I'm just proud to be your best friend
I get to walk with you, hand in hand
I'm just happy to be your best friend!
Words,
They can cut through
Your heart,

They can tear you
Apart.

They can be as sharp
And as blunt
As any knife,
All in the same instance,

They can cause a major shift
In your reality,
They can torture you
Until the end of time,
They can be responsible
For destroying your very existence.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
Few relations are your identity,
The serendipity!
Few  relations  are  fake,
Just namesake!
Few don't have name,
Yet flame!
Two friends meet over coffee together,
While the memories getting warmer,
the coffees getting colder...

Two friends share the life an evening,
While the night getting darker,
The hearts getting lighter...

Two friends meet after a long time,
While the hearts were sticking by,
The time was slipping by...

Two friends part their way again,
While they were separating,
The souls were embracing!!
Met an old friend after ages...
The feeling is beyond words...
Your beauty was
tempting like a rose
Stung me with thorn
when i came close
Why do we crave so many things
though they leave us unsatisfied
and send us out again for ephemeral
seconds of vanishing gratification?

Is it an absence of essential qualities
that makes us feel unfinished?
Do we indeed believe that more is better,
restlessly chasing for the shiniest of all?

We seem to be obsessed with filling
all the empty spaces in our house of life
with things
barely a place left for ourselves
to comfortably lounge and contemplate
and
    maybe
find the missing elements
waiting
    to be found
    within
and not without
SPEAK NOT THE WORDS
THAT SINK
LIKE STONES
TO REST FOREVER
IN A POND

UNMOVED
BY WAVES
AND SPLASHES IN THE SUN

THEY HOLD THEIR PLACE
BY GRAVITY AND THEIR OWN HEAVY WEIGHT

THOUGH THEY MAY GATHER MOSS
CHANGE COLORS
LIE UNSEEN
THEY WILL NOT CEASE THEIR PRESSURE
NEVER COME UNTHROWN

SPEAK NOT THESE WORDS!
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