Unworthy

Being unworthy

Of friendship,

Letting go of those

That had shown mercy

Unknowingly

During times of difficulty;

Letting go of those

Who were once everything,

Whose simple existence,

Senseless everyday banter, abyss-deep care

Freed all demons

That occupied the mind;

Undeserving of all the care received thus far,

Incapable of love,

Inefficiency in understanding

What it means 

To have a friend in life,

Unworthy of attention –

As light is shed upon this,

And as everyone leaves

One by one,

The demons come back

This time, even stronger

To corrupt the newly emptied mind.




Friendship Day

A poem written from the perspective of someone I know:

It’s just another day

Craving for one

To recognise

The pricks of those ruthless thorns,

To understand

Each day spent in agony,

To heal

Every aching wound,

To forget

All the hatred, the ego,

And to forgive and to forget;

Craving

To be one’s own friend,

To be there for oneself –

It’s ‘friendship day’, they say,

Having not many friends,

Running away from the very few left,

Into an empty place

Without barricades,

To a place

Where there’s no one to call ‘friend’,

Wondering why

There are still a few left

Why they refuse to extricate themselves

From the circle

Of an unwanted person,

With a screwed-up mind,

From a meaningless bond –

They’ve been shown

Not to meddle anymore

Into any affairs with this ‘friend’

Because friendship is not what you’ll get;

Feeling sorry for befriending so many,

Wiping away from the mind

All the memories made,

And running away,

Far, far away,

Is the only way

To celebrate this friendship day.

Best friends

Best friends, they call themselves –

All of the same feather;

Delving deep

Into the bottom

Of the insides

Where happiness lingers,

Care blossoms,

And pain vanishes,

Planting lies

Into the soil

Of trust.

Life is full of smiles,

Love, care, hope.

Life is a celebration,

With the like-mindedness

Of people around.

Until one point, when

The truth is finally let out

In the open

To let know

That the most sacred place

Within the heart

Has been tainted

With betrayal,

With the untold truth;

The way things turned out

That has damaged

The capacity

To trust any person

Ever again.

Money

Money comes and goes,

So do people;

When they require money,

They get reminded

Of you

Who never denies a thing

Who gives whatever is asked

Who thinks

From the perspective

Of the other end

Who also needs money

To go ahead with life,

But is willing to contribute

To lessen the burden

Of a so-called ‘friend’.

But, there is no such thing

In this world

As a true friend

Who can be trusted –

All whom you trust

Cannot be your friend,

All of your friends

Cannot be trusted;

Life is hard for some, yes,

But all you see

Is that they refuse to give you

What belongs to you;

Never must you ever again

Try to reason

With your stupid mind;

Never think

That they’re in need;

Never again empathize,

Because there is no one in this world

Who reciprocates,

Except, probably a rare few

That will return the money

That is asked not to return

At once

Upon encountering any difference of opinion

Indicating that there is nothing more left

To do

Than drift apart.



Free

​This is me 

Giving up

On everyone

Who had ever been there

For me in difficult times.

This is me 

Giving up

All the memories,

The times spent together,

Which will never be had again.

This is me,

Giving up

On all things

That seem to

Control me.

I’m finally breaking free

From all the bonds

That had bound me

Down to the earth.

Now I’m free to fly

Over the sky

Where I shall disappear

As a tiny dot.

Away, for good.

Plants are better

It’s better

To not have any friends

Than to have those

That fail to understand you;

Those that believe

With all their heart

About something

You never quite meant.

It’s better to have a plant

As a friend

That will never talk to you

Nor hurt you

With all the disbelief

That it can afford.

Even if you don’t water it,

It only sheds leaves 

As tears,

But later grows well

To bring a smile 

On your face.

At least it can be there for you

And listen silently

To your tales of sorrow

Unlike the friends

Who misunderstand

And leave.

No way

​Unless 

There is a way

From under the ocean,

To reach the sky

Where the stars shine,

Unless

There is a ray

Of light

Coming from a candle

Glowing inside,

Unless

There is a path

Leading to the heavens

From the backstairs,

Unless

There is a drama

Which can be perceived

Without judgement,

Unless 

There is a song

That can be sung out loud

In the rain, in the snow,

And in the darkness,

Where I reside,

Expressing the pain,

There is no hope

Of getting any better

At overcoming

This feeling

Of having no one

To fill this gap,

To wipe the tears,

To say it’s okay,

To have a shoulder to weep on,

To have a friend

In this world

Of judgemental people.