A journey...

I stood amidst the dense trees

And I saw you standing tall with glee

With grace in your walk and smile on your face

Thanking my lucky stars, I made my way.

“Who are you?” I asked

“Messenger of love” you said

You are my way across the forest, I thought

But my lucky stars had something else to say.

We met many people on our way,

Good people, wrong people, Naïve people, humble people.

People came hither and thither, but you remained there,

by my side, fulfilling my stars prophecy.

You spoke about, one of your kind,

Walking beside you all the time,

Invisible to me, but visible in your thoughts.

Afraid of losing you, I caught hold of your fingers.

A lone traveler joined in,

new to the valley and new to the people.

A little group formed merrily,

with the forest edge coming in our sight.

Our eyes hit a bright light,

Strange were they, called as light of life.

You stood there, saying

“Here ends my journey.”

Traveler and I stood there rooted.

A loud rumble followed by a divine voice spoke,

“O man of land”, our eyes looked up.

Fairies high in the air, singing your glories.

For you are the lucky charm,

Bestowed upon me by my lucky stars,

To help me out in the darkness of life,

And take me to the heavens of memories.

***

Memories. From darkness to memories. From a stranger to a friend. To my dear friends, i only wish that i have you all the time by my side.

About them...

They literally bumped into each other. At that time, who might have thought that their bumping will result in something unusual? They had their own philosophy, their own level of thinking. They belonged to a different sphere of the society. Neither of them thought of their own differences, they left it for the destiny to take a decision. Well, we can say, that was the only reason that they are still stuck up with each other.

They bumped, they met, they talked, they laughed, they shared, they fought, they mocked, they … well they didn’t cry together (at least). They did everything together, becoming thick friends, promising to be with each other through the thick and the thin. If one laughs, the other laughs too. If one walks, the other one walks too, like they were shadows following each other, never leaving the other one all alone.  

Their lives were filled with simple joys, simple things which made their day, a day worth a lifetime. They had no expectations, they were happy enough to be together. They never wanted anything else in their lives. They were happy. Their petty fights were worth a watch, their letters were worth a read, their expressions were worth an Oscar and their friendship was worth a mention.

They moved on with their life, but still touching each other’s lives.  The marks which they left in their past was not to be easily removed. They had their own priorities, but they still felt for each other. If the one was sad, the other would try to be helpful. If the one was all alone, the other would listen to the babbles. If the one was hinting towards loneliness, the other would … well... The other wasn’t able to trace it (this time). Whenever they met, each had something to share, something to tell, something to laugh at. They had something which attracted them towards each other, even when separated.

The beauty of their relationship is, they had none (not even a %) of the expectation from each other. If the one was flying away, the other would let it go and was sure of seeing a return flight. If the one was silly and full of non-sense, the other would still tolerate it. Their friendship is still the same, as was in their first meet, not a penny more, not a penny less. 

I miss u, D!