many friends i had,

lost them too

nw vry few remains,

these days i dont wilfully make friends,

but still some ppl just barge into our life and stay there just like that ha ha

and i love u all, coz on my cloudy days, all of u all shined like sun for me, lighted my darkened path, gave me warmth, played with me a thousand plays, gave me a treasury of memories, what more one can ask from a friend........................

I wrote these few lines on one desperate moment, first attempt in "writing", its very grim but came out spontaneously, last year i wrote , in november, did a lot of drafting with the help of a friend !


MYSELF THE SOLDIER

My unanswered queries come back and take their own place in my own heart biting me
I lost my battle and the arrows boomeranged
And I walk with the burden of my own quiver
My knees go deep down into the sand and I stagger among dead bodies lying all over the battle field
They tease me with their eyes opened and teeth flashing
Making me feel like one of them.
But I’ll fight my battle again shedding the outer garb of flesh and skin
Underneath I have my steely skeleton Which again can stand the rains sun and wind of another battle
Although it may burn piping hot in the sun of rejection and guilt and pain
No arrow can bore through it, any spear scathe it, and no enemy pounce on it
And it wont rust or wither away and burns whoever dares to touch
Then I’ll unburden all those boomeranged arrows
Not by darting them, but I’ll tailor them into a beautiful garb and get clad into it
Now myself the soldier needs no more armour!