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"Another day Another date Rolled over with that same moon in the sky Made me wasted Forced me to taste it All the errors of the past. Never debated For the world I created Coz I was the only alchemist or my life."     - Pushkin Channan 

"Two different cities  We sit miles apart Glad that we are still friends by heart Connected by the common thread of Understanding and Care We still steel out the time  When it's been couple of years Getting angry, screaming the hell out  Is though obnoxious  But that's how we have turned around to be With the every changing season more too often And I look forward to To be connected With that selfless thread of LOVE, AFFECTION AND CARE"     - Pushkin Channan

“Being your friend was great And falling in love with your friendship  Was seeing a TV serial  That’s always uncertain about its end. The years gone by acted as episodes  The conversations left in between  Looked like characters that left the show in between  And not understanding the criticality nor the importance  Of it being not completed Giving birth to a new story Again which would never be completed without those characters.”          - Pushkin Channan

"And then there came a story in the town Of two friends Narrated in poetry  Friends who didn't know the depth of their love until separation Friends for whom sadness acted as a wall between the two gardens Friends who talked endlessly when ceased to be at peace with their thoughts  Friends who were the prisoners of their own thoughts Friends who seeked ecstasy in love and never complained about the suffering Friends who lost love somewhere between what was said & never meant And what was meant but was never said Friends who out of the suffering emerged as the strongest souls in the end But forgot with whom they laughed  And remembered with whom they wept; themselves"       - Pushkin Channan 

"Sometime I wish we were still that old friends Chasing our own dreams And having each other's back  Rocking everyone all around  Holding the hand tight When the fear of getting lost in the crowd arose Walking hand in hand Conquering the untouched milestones And never letting the other fall Down from conquering that mountain cliff That was the planned destination  Being Best Friends for one more time in this lifetime Coz who knows if we meet in the next birth time"      - Pushkin Channan  

To Dear Best Friend, 09/April/2016 Writing to you at a time when half of the world is fast asleep. And also being sure about the fact that this letter is never going to reach you and get your eyes. I have, very, often read on the internet that midnight conversations are the most loyal and honest ones. And I'm just putting an effort to pen down my loyal words that carry the same amount of love and affection as a year ago. My stylograph still bleed in various colors when I miss you. Never do I understand why time made us each other's best friend too. I still remember the calendar dates and time when we both made ouself available for each other irrespective of the day's time. Those harsh words when any wrong deed done and those words of praise when something good made our status raised. Having your back was always like an extra back bone for me. Some bad deeds by the world, then, never bothered me. Been a year we didn't talk. Dates got repeated and year

After the last message dropped I started missing you Though texted couple of minutes ago Yet I started missing you The last word of apology The sentence in which I mentioned the word 'sorry' I wanted to tell you And yes I did Through the different modes And I believe that you know it by all means Never said to you, Dear Best Friend That I Miss You Feared what I’ll be thought of in the mind of you And even today I’m afraid to tell you That I Miss You"       - Pushkin Channan

“April 04, 2016 The last when we missed each other The date That reminds me of I being a happy creature That calendar date I could prognosticate That would change way how we use to celebrate The ways of appreciating the efforts The modes of expressing the emotions Those hard earned days Were now all in vain Time changed In a manner that seemed strange Hard to believe Tough to accept For those goodbye's which we never wanted to be met The never said goodbye The farewell was concluded, unexpectedly With last sip of coffee, unfortunately  The broken promises were the earned trophy With every step away They went on to become the best known-to-each-other-strangers again April 04, 2017.”          - Pushkin channan

“It’s been more than a year since we last met each other. I still remember that evening when you made me wait for you in the coffee outlet😉. The same outlet that made us have coffee for the first time together and probably the last time till we next catch up. Yes, for sure there would be sign of ages on your face. The experience proven by the wrinkles formed by the time’s grace and those spectacles on your nose covering your eyes. The world says, ‘a lot can happen over coffee’s and yes they were correct. That day made us meet for the last time and enjoy the moment that created memories forever, for me. The time played the most wittiest game. Actions that I was actually afraid of started taking place. And I have been living along the memories ever since that day. Every notification on the phone makes me feel like a message dropped in by you, which I know would never be true. It’s like hoping the best but accepting the worst and somewhere in my heart I know, those memories, will be F