8 year old Tara found them drenched to the skin in the rain,
Crouched silently on the wet soil, fragile and meek, their eyes reflecting hunger and pain –
But, little did she know, as she carried them home, that she would never again have to be alone,
Little did she know, she finally had found the family she could call her own,
Little did she know they would soon become an irrevocable piece of her heart,
Little did she know that her furry four-legged friends would stick to her, until death did them apart!
In pursuit of what we desire,
In the chase to quench that undying fire,
We aspire, conspire, face consequences dire,
Willy-nilly, we remain until we tire, until what we want we acquire.
They don’t demand, they don’t complain,
You find yourself turning to them for solace, for answers, when you’re in pain,
Good, bad or ugly, they stay with you for everything you are,
They help you heal your every wound, your every scar,
Bitch about, bicker with or betray, they’d never let you go, you’ll always find them by your side,
Books – they truly are your best friends; with them, there are no conditions applied!
I wake up each day – To the lilt of your laughter, to your glints of mischief, to meticulously yank at your hair,
To plot with you, to party with you, to have your back even when the world doesn’t care,
For, side by side or miles apart, you are who
For eternity, I’d willingly tie myself to,
It is you that stands by me in sickness, in health, in misery, in pain,
In joy, in success, in every happiness of mine,
I hear my name in your every prayer, I see myself in the arch of your eyebrows –
YOU make my world go round, it is to you that I’d raise my every toast!
To her, freedom didn’t mean the right to raise her voice,
It didn’t mean the privilege to wear her choice,
It didn’t mean traveling around the world – living in, its every corner and nook,
All it only ever meant, was snuggling in, to her book –
For, it gave her what the rest of the world couldn’t – it brought her alive, it set her imagination on fire,
It gave her heart all the contentment it would ever desire,
By the window sill she sits, undisturbed, unscathed,
From the rest of the world, willingly detached,
Breathing in its scent, its story,
Relishing every plot it cooks, to glory.
Amidst the shambles, in search of thee,
I go in pursuit of making you my reality,
Hidden, until desperately sought after, you clearly choose to be,
But, hey, my eyes, open wide or shut tight, you are what they clearly see!
Most often, we come across people who change with time. You find their attitude, their behaviour, their interest in you doesn’t remain constant.
Sometimes they call themselves your best friend, make you their pity project, ensure they have you by their side when they need you and then, they are gone – when they don’t need you anymore. They don’t respond to your texts, don’t ask you if you’re okay, don’t find the time to get back to you – because they don’t necessarily have anything to do with you. And they’d always expect you to understand their absence. And shamelessly so.
People like these, who call themselves your constants, are in reality, vermins of the worst order who drain all energy, all positivity and everything that you’ve to offer.
They aren’t your real friends. They aren’t those who’d if not physically, be emotionally there for you when you need them. People like these are spam. Delete them off from your contact list, your friend list, your life. It is time you did.
I have done.