The Priceless

Dedicated to a very sweet friend, who has seen me at my worst and more importantly at my chirpy best. :)

Things have changed from the past,
Things have changed very fast,
Friends, that I thought would forever last,
Left me stranded at the mast,
And then when I look back in time,
I sit and wonder - "What am I still doing at the starting line ?"
I sit and wonder - "When will I ever make the walk ? "
To let go of people who merely talk,
Of never letting you go..

Things I thought would  never change,
People I though would never unchain,
From the love and brotherhood that we shared,
From the love and the friends we were,
In the name of the time when we never spared,
To swear, we'd always be there,
But ALAS !
Things have changed from the past,
And things have changed very fast..

The dark eyed girl who said I could make her smile,
The long haired girl I thought I could never befriend,
The dimpled cheeks of my college crush,
Or the nerdy office girl always in the rush,
They all said they'd make it last,
Our friendship would but make it past,
The tides of time.
But the tides of time have torn them all,
But the tides of time have worn them all,
And its people I never thought would stay,
From lands far far away,
They have stayed, they have made it past,
Even though things have changed very fast,
Some things in life never change,
And that is what makes them priceless again..

Looking for an end

It took him a little while before he inked the pen,
It took a little longer to put the words together again,
It had been lights out for longer than he thought,
The darkness that descended had made him wrought.

It took him a little while before he could stand up again,
It took a little longer to rid the pain,
It stung so hard, he thought every breath was his last,
It took him too long to forget the past.

The nights were long, they dawn didn't break,
Every moment he dreaded to wake,
The words they echoed in his ears,
The writer, he just drowned in his tears.

The glass grew misty and the water trickled down,
The eyes opened, after a long time without a frown,
The wind blew past and the sun shone with glory,
The phantasma was over, it was nothing short of gore.

The leaves in the trees shivered with the wind,
Its all over, the new day did but begin,
He walked with a spring in his stride,
He remembered, he thought, why was it so long before he tried,
And before he got out of his drive,
He read a message - " Wake up like its the first day of your life ! ",
And before he knew what fate had planned,
On his shoulders the birds did land,
And as they playfully flew around his head,
He realised he had been all but dead,
He looked at the skies,
A message that Gods did Send,
He looked again, looking for an end, looking for an end...