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Times Like These.

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There are times when I think of your eyes
And think of two suns, shining down on me;
When, in my repertoire of feeling, flies
A thought of your smile saving sanity.
There are times when you fill up all space
And all I know is my hope resting in you,
When in my heart you gain the best place,
While everything in my life seems untrue.

There are times when I ache to hear goodbyes
From friendship, honour, (at times, even hope),
Then the present shows me your smile, your eyes
And with thoughts of you my heart learns to cope.
So when life has me on my knees begging please,
I’ll be grateful to have known times like these.

October 28.
5am.

Loveship.

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Guarantees I sought and failed to get here,
Love came thrice and made a fool out of me
With its rules. Adhere or not to adhere?
A question which could wreck my sanity.
The wise have written much about one’s friends.
Compared them to lovers and made them win.
No! For one begins where the former ends
And both fill the heart with passionate sin.
So, my heart, where to go? To whom to turn?
There is no point in thought or in tears
Searching will lead but to the path of return
And, oh, the waste of my precious years!
We need both though to breathe and survive here,
So use and abuse and make none too dear.

23 January
3am

To R. B.

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I looked around once when I was alone
And found you, wearing black and a soft smile
And we were caught in different time zones
And destiny let us meet for a while.

As time passed, Rahul, I grew to know you,
And in your number of friends I was one
And I remember how we got close too
Because of dancing and that party fun.

But apart from all this, I wish to say,
Despite all the boasts of men and strife,
Our friendship seems to have come to stay,
‘Specially in the online and night life.

So here’s to a sweet, funny friend like you
Who was and will be in times, old or new.