Mamta …of love and ‘motions

I ponder at nights,
I think of you in days,
Restless nights…unrestful days,
Should I not long…eye your way?

Thee shall cometh,
I know for sure,
Thou art far…away too far,
And yet thine presence,
Oh! is it not close to me?
I ask to thee, and it is, I say.

And as I stare, gaze and stare,
Look at the moon,
I ask to you,
Whose heart has trod?
…trodden on the paths of prickling thorns and merry pain?

And I walk for you,
Yes! These very lanes,
Step on my shoes, you won’t fail,
To the paths you travelled, so soft and safe,
My feet dost bleed…it dost bledth!

Friends

The paths that I lived,
How much I long to re-live,
Wandering in wonder,
I ere for my friends…

Oh! how I lament, miss those days,
Laughter and teases,
Angers of innocence!

And yet here I am,
In an surrounding alien to me,
And like a fish that shakes on the land,
I long for water, to dive in…


My wonderful bygone days!
Where two were one, ten were one,
Together we did walk,
Alas! Vision my eyes,
Eyes that long for resemblance,
In the grave souls of individualism!

WORDS! MY WORDS!
Fly and reach their hearts,
Tell them how much…
Just how much I miss them…
Long their presence…

The paths that I lived…
How much I want to re-live…

Thus to you, I ask a question,
FRIEND’S FOREVER?