The door opened.
A dusty breeze kissed my cheek.
It was you in various forms.
Littered among the yellowed restaurant bills.
Stained in the several kohl-smudged tissues
That has now become a part of my wardrobe!
You mingle in the unwashed clothes
Your touch grazes my forgotten wound.
I still stare at the scar down my left knee
It was during those days of wild-goose-chase
You were my partner.
You were the one who uncorked the mock champagne
When I landed a job.
You ogled the chick, who was my room-mate.
You borrowed my XL T-shirt
And slept in it for years.
I was your wake-up call after those waste parties.
My crushes were your projects.
You counted my break-ups.
All those boozy nights
When I cried over your shoulders
You were my pill and pillow.
Back-slapping, nonsensical days…
Those long-drives and sudden mood swings.
When you cried and refused meals
I suddenly did not enjoy the chicken drumstick.
You-a habit?
You-a friend?
You-a phenomenon-I can’t explain!
Rain-washed afternoons, I walk alone.
You are not here.
And it doesn’t exactly feel okay
I realize I need you to be with me
In my scary nightmares, incredible dreams
Half-cooked chicken and melted rice
I want you to see how I dance
Just when the rainbow kisses the horizon
I want to hear you snoring slow
Poking your tummy I want you to know
I’m there. I grow with you around me.
Life is one roller coaster. That does go on
But with you in the side seat it comes alive.
Here’s to that partnership that can create and recreate
World records of weirdness.
Remain a world-monger…
Just two words
Be Mine.
A dusty breeze kissed my cheek.
It was you in various forms.
Littered among the yellowed restaurant bills.
Stained in the several kohl-smudged tissues
That has now become a part of my wardrobe!
You mingle in the unwashed clothes
Your touch grazes my forgotten wound.
I still stare at the scar down my left knee
It was during those days of wild-goose-chase
You were my partner.
You were the one who uncorked the mock champagne
When I landed a job.
You ogled the chick, who was my room-mate.
You borrowed my XL T-shirt
And slept in it for years.
I was your wake-up call after those waste parties.
My crushes were your projects.
You counted my break-ups.
All those boozy nights
When I cried over your shoulders
You were my pill and pillow.
Back-slapping, nonsensical days…
Those long-drives and sudden mood swings.
When you cried and refused meals
I suddenly did not enjoy the chicken drumstick.
You-a habit?
You-a friend?
You-a phenomenon-I can’t explain!
Rain-washed afternoons, I walk alone.
You are not here.
And it doesn’t exactly feel okay
I realize I need you to be with me
In my scary nightmares, incredible dreams
Half-cooked chicken and melted rice
I want you to see how I dance
Just when the rainbow kisses the horizon
I want to hear you snoring slow
Poking your tummy I want you to know
I’m there. I grow with you around me.
Life is one roller coaster. That does go on
But with you in the side seat it comes alive.
Here’s to that partnership that can create and recreate
World records of weirdness.
Remain a world-monger…
Just two words
Be Mine.
10 comments:
I love what you write...keep them coming...they make me smile...sometimes cry...but they touch me somewhere...always!
Awesome as usual
Weirdo!! liked it ... but (somehow sounded too girly)
As always.....a completely dreamland delight to read this new fresh entry.....and two words from my side.....Sheer Brilliance.....
Though I dont feel like I am qualified enough but a small suggestion.....You should hide identity of the person you are talking about....i mean its evident that he/she is your buddy....but beauty would have been tat where the reader is left on his own to conclude if u are talking about your brother/father/mother/sister/friend........just a suggestion.....rest keep writing and keep me posted.....
(@Atreyee....I am a bigger fan of hers :))
Archita...whats dis "girly" thing all about? Didnt understand
Ashuji I agree, enigma is always more appealing...but this was written on a theme where friendship tends to go beyond...tends to become an enigma, where u fail to realise how to tackle it. Persoal as well as some very special new development in one of my friends life inspired this. And you are very much qualified..do not do these nautankis of "ah..i dont know am not qualified" just say what you feel. Read Criticize enlighten :)
Swagata
Touched ... but whats next ... ?? awaiting enchanted rhymes of enlightened mind.
Thank you Chakraborty Babu :P
Dhoirjyo dhoro...likhbo...thanks
everyone for reading it!
so sweet
....i so relate to it....:D
:) Loved what I just read. And am now subscribed.
Obviously, I do not know where this is coming from, but that wasn't no trouble relating to it.
From 'mock champagne' through 'pillow' would be the part I liked best.
This blogger thing should really have a contact form. Haha.
I've been here. And I love how you have put it in words.
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