Friday, March 26, 2010

If You Were My Friend


If you were my friend,
I would have let you go many times,
to be friend of your own friends.
Since you would be as free as a bird,
and never be object of my own vanity.
I have never heard of a happy bird,
singing freedom from inside a cage.

But if you were to be my friend,
you wouldn't be irked by my prying,
nor would you by my calls and queries.
Since there'll be no elated heart if chained,
and no poignant passion out of questions.
The only thing you'd miss is jealousy,
for I really don't have that sort of thing.

If you were my friend for some time,
you would see me as I'd see you,
and stand by me as I'd do by you.
But be prepared for this one truth,
that joy is only found in each our pain.
Oh.. I did mean to mention pain,
for tears and laughs are just akin,
yet for true friends wishful to remain.

So you might think you were my friend,
when you rejoiced in our ascendancy,
were enchanted through affinity,
or overwhelmed in a sea of harmony?
If yes, then we were far from reality,
where we're just part of world's labyrinth,
where lofty love is purified in rupture,
so as friendship in a flame of qualms.

Now if you were genuinely my friend,
I would mother you till death gets me,
and I'd be there you asked me or not,
though you might not see me that clear,
and things around you might be so dark.
For it's not what you saw that you'd get,
just my nearness within you out-and-out.
You'd be my friend though I own you not.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Just Go Home...


One after the other,
a friend is leaving.
It always feels odd,
if you suddenly miss,
the smile so much caring,
the placid rub on your hand,
that dreamy voice heart-warming.

For it is not about no trust.
Since we too all have to leave.
But you will notice this at times,
if one's way just goes wrong,
you will be left lame and numb,
while your scream will be muted,
and your hand can't even reach.

Why would one forsake one's heart,
and pick a path that's just not right?
Why would you choose your own delight,
if that will clearly ruin your life?
And how could one feel so gleeful,
if life is a lie and a masquerade?

Look at your friends praying for you.
Listen to those calling your name.
Feel in your heart their empathy.
And don't just say 'Leave me alone'.
There's no such thing as your own joy,
for you and I are not alone,
and Life is grander than you think.

If only rain can bring you home,
we'll wait for you with open hands,
to give you peace you wished so long,
to see your smile without the angst.
You're wholly free to read this rhyme,
to hear the voice you only trust,
then just go home to your true soul.