This boy had a friend…
She was a girl… just like girls normally are…
Only, she was not beautiful, just like girls normally are…
Not to him at least.
And she did not intend to change herself…
Not for him at least.
How could she be beautiful and friends
At the same time.
It was an irony of the society, beautiful girls are
Never friends and friends are not
When this boy had a friend, he was really happy…
Happy because his troubles had been known to vanish…
In her patient ears
That used to listen to those big and small troubles
Of his life.
He had the reason to be surrounded with bliss…
While she was busy in keeping her calm…
When he had lost his own.
When this boy had a friend, he was loved by her…
Not romantic love
Coz she had not known about love in that way…
It was simple….
Plain and innocent feelings of care that never go away
Even if she buried her anger behind that soft smile…
It was all good….
Until one day, when it was too much to handle
Nothing much had happened really…
In fact a few storms had passed
Without hurting them much or their friendship
What none of them realized was that…
Even strong people witness the flickering
Twilight of strength.
When it is no more possible to handle continuous
Hurt, rejection, melancholy…
And the fall was quiet, but great and
It was night my friend and the time to
Rest had come.
Tomorrow will be a new day, with you
And without me
Moving on in their lives, they have found
Nothing at all.
She is empty like a mug
And he is full of emotions,
Looking for a new dumping bag for his
Grieves, his fall and all.