Friend

I remember you, every now and then,

I hold breath and have a silent prayer,

I wish that you are safe and sound,

Years have passed and the seasons have changed,

I have too, a lot,

I suppose you would be proud of me,

And would have hugged me tight,

And told, I did the right…

The moments of love, laughter,

Stupidity and mischieves we shared,

The thread of beautiful friendship

That we knitted in bright reds, yellows and purples…

The sweet comfort you showered

Even on my untold wounds,

The abuses you blurted on my behalf;

'Bloody Morons' you would say…

It had comforted me somehow,

And knowingly you put yourself,

Into the hands of 'morons',

You vanished, never to be met again,

I had been to your city, 

And wished that I would stumble upon you,

No, we never met again…

I miss you my friend,

I truly hope that you still live as 'you'

The generous, the mischievous,

The foodie, the brilliant, the loving,

The charming, and the inexplicable much more…