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Friendship

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Friendship

 

I’m crazy for even feeling anger:

You are too self-absorbed to gauge and know,

Too vain even to choose to remember

Friendship is more than a hi a hello.

 

It is more than passing time and learning,

So much more than love, because it has none

Of its bittersweet, poignant yearning

But has help and kindness, laughter and fun.

 

Friendship is clear or rather it should be,

With an openness of warmth and feeling,

Engaging in all sorts of charity,

Enabling a vital tender healing

 

Of wounded hearts torn by society,

Or ironically by love’s pain

And its different shades of cruelty

That tend to crop up again and again.

 

I wish I could understand your notion

Of no past or future just the present;

But all three make up for emotion,

Every moment gives birth to moment.

 

I wish you to know and soon realize

The difference between the false and true;

Most stuff that seems beautiful lies

And you need someone other than just you.

Valentine’s Day 2012

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Our love seems to have flown to a distant land

And our very souls neither understand.

Many times we both feel misunderstood,

Wonder if life will lead to anything good.

I’ll never fully adjust to your frowns,

You’ll never soothe my emotional downs.

In twelve years most of our time seems wasted,

Countless experiences neither tasted,

But since this is valentine’s after all,

I must tell you why i stick to it all.

Like you i feel an excess of feeling

That stirs up despite my heart’s concealing;

When i realise that you are nowhere near,

Spontaneously, i believe you dear.

There aren’t many stolen kisses as before –

When you kiss me now i remember it more.

If i had no hope or feeling for you now,

I wouldn’t notice the creases in your brow;

You would not help but know my weakest trait,

And find ways through means and compensate.

I mentioned it seems love has moved away

But i haven’t mentioned it has gone to stay.

Passion is something that’s not forgotten,

It can leave a taste of time gone rotten.

Love tends to steal back when you need it,

It seems silent till you wish to heed it.

Today despite our idiosyncrasies,

Despite the beliefs each of us believes,

Twelve years of feeling have made me learn,

Wherever love roams it is bound to return.

 

6pm

Valentine 2011

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Time has a way of stealing away love.

It corrodes from the outside to within.

Now it becomes hard to decipher

What is virtue and what is sin.

There are countless people who say they love,

Though hate eats away their souls as they grin,

Whereas those people who profess to scorn,

Have compassion housed deep within,

And what I see all around me

Is a hollowed belief caving in.

 

Through this tumbling sanctuary of dreams,

This exhausted race to figure it all,

You have been the constant,

You have been my wherewithal.

You are my Atlas,

My valiant mark,

You are the candle

Shining in my dark.

Life says, all changes, everyone will leave;

You disproved, and I go on to believe.