hey stranger.

so is this what
the dreaded feeling
gets described like?
from best friends
then two individuals
who've stuck with
each other from every
heartbreak
fight
move out's
um.
even grad.

hey stranger.
we're much older
stuck in a more
complicated version
of 'me' than ever before.

hey stranger.
so is this what
drifting away feels like?

Ha ha ha ha ha
Sound echoing in my ears
Voices are so much clear
From the ones who were dear
Your laughter sounds shrilling
Hoping it to not to become a soul killer
Happy hours from ten to ten
Then your so called brother only yelled
Then the Clock strikes eleven
Not able to recall whom i talked to even
So many attempts to call you,
Just to hear machine voice telling the place i fear
Call to messages i tried a lot
Only get my heart to blot
It was really you who talked so sweet
But i guess, i got too late
To see the flags flying in sky
With bold letter imprinted with ‘cheat’
Mind is not letting the moment to flee
Were you the really one put on speaker??
The one speaking the words from ‘his’ mouth.
Or the master mind of the whole scenario
Only the walls know the real culprit
But I am not really crying
Coz I became neutral to the pain all caused
‘Friend’ you considered me as,
Now strangers are more reliable pass
Tossed from one to another
Like I was a rugged doll to play around
Trusted both of you
But without any clue you broke my heart  into few
Hour hand again strikes at ten
This time by my precious gems.
We uttered all the nonsense came into mind
And danced on the silly tunes and the sadness flies.
Those guys are the true treasure of  happiness
Other than them everyone is just *******

Day by day he became a man
surrounded by family and friends
Day by day he makes himself understand
Death is not an amend

I wish we weren't so - temporary.
I wish the words 'left' and 'gone' never existed,
And I wish no such assortment of consonants and vowels was ever invented.
But then there's no way around it,or is there?

There was a piano that I played.
An old one,but now its keys are broken.
And I keep on counting as more break.
A life,much like this piano -O the comedian that God is!
I keep on counting - as my friends go away.
I won't hear both-the broken keys,the friends gone.

Friend 1
(My first friend in college - a birthday gift from God,who went away the next birthday)
Remember how I'd always say to you,
'Don't respond to my crap. I'm again falling for a girl.'
And you'd reply briefly,
'Good idea. Falling fast.'

Friend 2
Remember how we'd always talk, starting with,
'Promise you won't tell anybody?'
And we'd talk for hours exchanging embarrassing anecdotes,
Yet,not get tired of it at all.

Friend 3
Remember how you'd say,
'I saw you sitting alone in college.I wanted to come.'
And I would answer,
'Yeah,I do that these days.'

I wish you weren't so - temporary - all of you!
I wish the words 'left' and 'gone' never existed,
I wish you all stayed.
I wish your echoes didn't torment me,the way they do.

Humanity is at the ****** of connection
Connection is plastered to our bones
It’s on our wrists dinging reminding us to take our steps that will apparently make us one with nature, it’s latched to our arms so while we are so spent attaching ourselves to nature that we don’t have to attach our phones to our hands, it’s our sun rise, it’s our evening prayer, heck it’s the only thing reminding us to wake up in the morning and connect with these people that we can only reach through these dull technological connections. Facebook says we’re here to help you connect! The Bible app dings remindign you, “keep in check!” You’re surrounded by connection, it immerses you and embraces you with its WiFi streamed arms and blue tinted light
But shouldn’t you be embracing the connection? Shouldn’t you be the one to swallow connection? Shouldn’t you be the one to amplify connection?
Humanity is at the ****** of connection but we are disconnected.. Shouldn’t the rate of depression fall not rise with every purchase of an iPhone. We are disconnected
From ourselves from nature from the spiritual realm and from each other because we connect our souls to these arguable objects of connection. Seems like we need an intervention from connection.  Shouldn’t connection flow within our bones and not simply be plastered to it? Connection is around us, but we’re not making the connection

You are the real saviour,
You guys keep me kickin',
Your unexpected texts bring smile,
Your weird memes, and boring morning messages annoys me,
But yeah it feels good to have those,
For at least there's someone who have not forgotten me.

Calling just to hear my voice,
Not just for your mean purposes,
To share your story,
You share your dark secrets,
Trusting me to keep em' safe.

I may be busy sometimes,
Not able to be in contact.
But I want to let you guys know
You all mean a lot.

Thanks for being there for me when my ex left,
Thanks for bringing me that cake, when I couldn't be home on my birthday.
Thanks for hanging out,
For dealing my tantrums and sticking around.


THANKS
For I would have been gravely alone without you!

Trash talk
Constant bickering
Insults & snide retorts
These gobshites never give it a rest
Must be home