THE LOST FRIENDSHIP

They left me ,proving me right
for I was thinking that nobody loves unconditionally
with time the masks fall off
and reveals the hidden identity.

They had soaked me with their love
now squeezing me you'll find their traces
they've left me all broken and scattered
we didn't know we'd come to undestined places.

Why their love had tied me up if they intended to leave ?
this comes to my mind everytime with a scream
Were they supposed to shatter my life ?
If not then why the friendship got lost with time!

A single word wasn't heard to me
from them while they're leaving
a deafening silence with the last goodbye
still get vivid whenever I cry!

Our mornings are no longer spent
with a gaze at the reddish rising sun,
the waffles with the whipped cream topped with strawberry,
are no longer being enjoyed with the lavender scent !

The friendship was once the talk of the town,
before that enthralling friendship became lost,
we're on the verge of making our lives for each other,
when we didn't want to put us down !

The love poured by us over one another,
was always holding us back from being parted,
but with time it got slipped out of the hands
and we even couldn't give time to everything to be sorted!

Now the instagram, the facebook and the snap chat,
must be missing our three not so dope faces,
but the tagging each other in every post,
only be having the memories and some traces !

Now we're not together but memories are,
we still have each other's stuffs ,
but we're no longer for each other,
to love us to the moon and back !

The hills are calling us to visit them together,
the roads must be missing us for we travelled there
the trees must be waiting for us to hear our
cheering voices to make them feel the friendship better and better !

The friendship bands are now somewhere
where it's hard to find them
the hue of the bands must have faded
but we've no one to blame.

The borrowed books and the miniature paintings
have lost their worth waiting for them to be seen,
but they are like me hoping in vain
that we'll again meet !

The swapping of each other's stuffs,
has now become a memory,
we're no longer for one another,
the friendship has remained only in the diary !



© Subha laxmi Moharana