Though they came
In droves
They never stayed
And the remainder?
Always the piddling remainder
Troubling tormenting
Foam on the steaming cup
Of coffee
Quickly dispersed.
These golden flames
Of great friendships
Flicker to cast dark
Dramatic shadows
Of the Other.
Tempting you
To forgo ugliness
Revelling in the newfound
Joy of perfect company.
Till a loose string
Dangling irritatingly
In a beckoning manner
Draws you to pull
All unravels
The picture on the
Veil displayed
Fractures fades
In an instant
You see a face
Behind the veil.
That foreigner
Was never
Your friend.
Who knows why
Such people file past
Our grim and dreary
Existence?
I like to think
They bring a surge of joy
A current of hope
A strand of exhilaration
Before they break
The tie.
Life is such an
Unstoppable force.
What's broken
Can be mended.
What's thrown away
Can be remembered.
What's shunned
Can haunt dreams.
What's forgotten
Can become again
A primal surge
The urge for life
Reincarnated.
Friends are our
Other faces.
Reminder
Of great moments
In the making.
In forever.
In dreams.
Have I lost them?
No matter
I had good times.
Great times
Will be had again
In your memory
My friend.
(c) Amrita Valan 2018
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