Three years down the line, I look back in despair
And discover sweetest memories beyond compare.
Fumbling words of love inhabit my reminiscence.
As I badly miss his remarkable presence.
My rambling heart wants to know the truth
That is sugary enough to make me soothe.
Delving deep into me I come in front
Of a veiled reality, that now I can't confront.
Now it's too late to realize those things.
Though only sheer joy that period brings!
Days of exchanging note books and lunch.
Days of silly Fighting, kick and punch.
Sharing sorrow leaning upon each other's shoulders,
Building sand castles and stumbling over boulders
Days of tittle-tattle and countless gossips,
Of unconditional care and deepest friendships.
I remember his endless dependency upon me.
The best friends we were considered to be.
But now I feel there was something more
When waves of emotions brim over the shore.
Something more than the amity we shared.
Some feelings not spoken, rather not dared.
Now he must be relishing a happy family life
And having children of his beautiful wife.
All these are assumptions and may not be true.
Where he is and what he is doing – I have no clue.
But the sudden realisation is pricking me hard
As I am going through his last farewell card.
Where it is written, "forever be by my side"
Perhaps that releases all his sentiments tied.
Oh how did I not get the inner meaning before!
How couldn't I sense what I did adore.
This is too late to rush and bring him back,
to put life into our memories in the rack.
It's beyond time, to approach and confess.
So I have to put my thoughts back to their place.
Let them be buried in the soil of the present.
And bring back the friendship, suave and pleasant.
