I don’t care.

​What do I care

If you get hit by a bus

What do I care

If you don’t feel well

What do I care?

Go freeze to death

On your way to hell

For you can’t even tell

When I don’t care even an inch

Because I know

With your stubborn will

You are not one to heed warnings

Because people like me

Are just 

Not worth listening to.

Step into the scorching fire,

Or plunge into a lone well..

I will never care.

Nor will I ever write poems

To channel my fury,

To control my anger,

Because you

Will never be the person

Whom I cared for the most of all.

Because you

Are not my best friend.

Because you

Can do whatever you want.

I don’t care.

At all.

Still,

Be careful.

Do take care.

And I didn’t say I cared.

No, not even a bit.

When you best friend moves out of town…

It hasn’t even been a year since I met PV, but we became real thick within a very short period. He’s my best friend, and he just got on the train today, off to a state north of ours. He texted me telling me that he’d miss me a lot, which made me all teary eyed yet again.

A huge crowd had gathered to send him off— a bit of our enormous friends’ circle. There were many missing. :/ Even one of our professors was amazed on seeing such a huge gathering in the railway station. He said that it was ‘good’ to see us like that. That’s what makes us special.

PV had won the hearts of so many people. I bet no one would’ve come if it were me moving out of town and not him. Not that it would bother me, anyway.

I went to send him off, to the railway station, but my mind still refuses to accept the fact that he’s left the town. Don’t get me wrong, I’m really happy for him; he’s got a good gob in a software company, a pay that’s sufficient to get food and clothing and whatnot, but still, our constant get-togethers would be never complete without him. Actually, I even doubt we’ll have a friends’ get-together again, as he was the one who always organized those. Responsible guy, he was.

He just brought some warmth into my life with his sense of humor. I used to laugh at every silly joke that he’d cracked, because something in him seemed to add to the humor — I think his slang does it. He had a knack of teasing people and cracking jokes, making everyone laugh. That was what awakened me from a slumber called ‘a dead life’. I don’t know if I’d be able to get out of that shell if not for him, but yes, he did brighten up my sober life.
And after today, there’s not going to be PV to smile at me, bare teethed, giving me warmth. Nor is there going to be someone I could call for when my laptop gets infected by virus. And I can’t hope from now on that my day will get better because there’s someone’s face I need to edit and show the others and laugh along with everyone.

Well… That one never happened to me… He edited my photos and showed it to people, making fun of me; I had to do the same for him. ‘Revenge’, we called it. 😛 But my editing didn’t get the same effect as his. No one even cared to take a look at my laptop. :/

Whatever! Those people just don’t know how awesome my editing skills can be. 😛 😀 [If I ever had any] 😀
Ah! We people always start with a serious topic and end up laughing like this. Like I was serious when I started typing this piece, but now, I’m kinda smiling. 

The reason? That idiot who left us. PV!

Well… I hope he gets better (he’s a quick learner) at his job, gets plenty of money, saves some, spends some, and donates some to YUVA . Yes, he helps the needy. Starting up a branch of YUVA at my town was his idea. It’s an awesome NGO, especially for youth, to do good to the society. And we’re all members!

As of now, this warm sunshine has gone a bit distant, but I still hope the rays will reach me from afar.