What are you to me ?
You are not the past that was,
A probability of my imagination,
You are not the future, I imagine,
You exist, in my present,
Listening to my stories,
Existing in all three times,
A variable of my past,
A constant now,
A probability of the future,
If I could solve this equation,
The outcome would tell,
What am I to you ?

Muddled yet accountable.
Sober yet lively.
Impassive yet doting.
Mixed bag of traits
define him.
Bowlful of big hearted fondness
he carries to embrace all.
Conviviality and amiability
are his favourite words.
Pile of rendezvous,
easy reach outlook,
entangles him in a maze.
Still an apple of everyone's eye and
quite a loved soul.
Being you and always there,
with joy I proclaim,
cuddling happiness and ease.
Best of our camaraderie,
brimming with our fond memoirs
is yet to be savoured.
Attachment and affection remains,
Love, regard grows each day, to remain forever.
Blessed to have you brother, friend!!

i recognize
this place,
it reminds me
of how
our love story
began
and ends