To John...
Effused from an imagination.
Amorphic, vast as cosmos.
Invisible. not only for my heart.
You were around. always. everywhere.
Creation of a tender mind
a 10 or 12 years old innocent.
Living in solitude. unknown to its meaning.
also distant from the people around.
Trying to look for a friend
When everything was fading soon.
He himself added colours to it.
Painted you on his canvas.
From games to secrets unspoken.
From talking to shouting loud.
From fighting to re uniting.
Hadn't he found a perfect friend in you ?
You had cleared the crimson sky above.
Took all his blues away
mixed his blues. to the endless skies.
No wonder why sky became so bright then.
You were the beautiful bud.
that bloomed in autumn
to blossom round the year then.
and to add fragrance. to his life.
Hadn't you dissolved his wounds ?
Sipped it, gulped it. made it disappear.
Do you still remember days of yore ?
Or you've let them fade away ?
Though he hadn't let you fade away yet.
He's just stuck into things while growing up.
When at nights, he gazed the moon
remember how he used to take you
with him. for he was afraid of dark.
(Though he's still afraid of dark. one inside him)
And you remember how he
Often made you fool.
Saying that he knows language of moon.
And can make you learn the same.
He used to rant too much then.
And imagines you're listening to him.
It was so satisfying then.
Neither you complained nor he bothered about it.
You know, the diary he used to write.
In which he had written all the letters to you.
He threw it somewhere. In the river he still visit.
It's the only regret, which is holding him.
It's all written just to tell.
You still reside in his memories.
When everything else around turned rare
He bring out time to cherish moment. He care.
It's just a time game dear. don't worry.
Don't you feel He still miss you ? He do.
From your only friend..
(Sending you some memories wrapped up in love)