I thought friends are easily formed in this world! Alas how wrong I was! I wonder what brings friends together any way when ever they form or how ever they form it hardly matters as long as they form. Friends are something I have always wanted to have my entire life but ................
I stepped once,
Into the world unknown
Saw you standing there,
All alone
I tried hard to tread,
Into your heart; then,
But some one had already read,
What was there in
Now that you are already lost,
Do give me hints,
On this changing art,
So that I can some where else execute.
Any person boy or girl, man or woman is what is being looked for but being sceptical is what I have got to become as friends don't come easily. If there is any one who can come on and explain I think it should be a wonderful start for me. But the big question is who will come. Is it you, you or you? Or should I be left to continue to be:
IN SOLITUDE
Summer, winter, spring and fall,
I’ve watched the flowers bloom and drop.
Happiness every where, then filled with hope,
But now in the darkness alone I grope.
Desire nor hope and nothing like grief.
I now wish life was brief.
And once flung my soul, yes, I did,
Around which no fences blocked.
Or seasons of wishes like a slot,
To put its foot on my path
Or fling its vicious poisonous teeth,
As in this journey of mine I seek,
The only thing without which life is bleak
And gain access into that fortress large.
Shaped as a valentine on my path does shine,
And as each day of my life I pine,
Thinking if days of sweet roses and wine,
Will ever come to be mine.
or will it be some sort of:
REMEMBRANCES
Flashing signs,
Neon lights,
A face in the dark,
Passing by,
Hues and shades,
Of red and black,
Appears……………
As a passing flash,
A mortal,
He sits and watches her,
A beautiful face,
Well lit,
Proud at heart,
Cares a damn,
Who is he?
But another man,
She pauses,
He gives a smile,
A scornful look,
She retaliates,
A minute later,
Reverberations………………,
Of an unheard slap.
Flashing signs,
Neon lights,
A face in the dark,
Passing by,
Hues and shades,
Of red and black,
Appears……………
As a passing flash,
A mortal,
He sits and watches her,
A beautiful face,
Well lit,
Proud at heart,
Cares a damn,
Who is he?
But another man,
She pauses,
He gives a smile,
A scornful look,
She retaliates,
A minute later,
Reverberations………………,
Of an unheard slap.
Any ways looking on for some one who will care to write.
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