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we fight cold wars leaving the scars and the marks on the long left untouched shores. with the verbal battles; we looked much more at ease. not disturbing the heart that 'now' was calm and serene. the priorities keep us apart though i know we'll always be connected at heart. the same city the different routes. i will someday sit with closed eyes and would wait for the convoy to pass through!!! remembering the night you disappeared; and your not looking back i feared. the absence gifted in return was weird maybe i return years later with some typical odd beard. my fights these days are more sincere and real as they become one of the medium of survival."

"and then I'll travel a new destination the same nation to balance the equation adding to another year of separation. the same occupation similar situation not the chosen destination. a new population; in capital of meditation 100 hours of recreation not the vacation away from the city's levels of frustration my heart, though, will suffer a dislocation..."

"keep her cold don't let her lose the hope turning old she might forget what you told she's a pure gold a heart that you would behold. she would stand bold against all the odds a gift of God that got nurtured in a heavenly abode... the one who knows no hatred only love that see the hate being eradicated grown up seeing her since childhood the fights and the gifts that made the early days more wonderful grown up now!!! the quarlles need a nod for allow a piece of heart that went far though an assurance of it being there even if i become a 'STAR'."

Summers 2017. weekdays time see you at half of an hour of 17. the regular coffee place that smile on the face best friends meet with hugs they greet. the same table chosen and that display of the emotions. the same order placed some coffee; and the added scoop of ice cream. sharing the unshared that over the period went unspoken. an hour passed in a second time to go home the homey's waiting. a heartfelt sorry from the host of the party you came so far just for an hour. the next time we see we'll meet with more power and for an extra hour..."

"childhood game of seek and hide where i seeked you always used to hide. not being caught a matter of pride!! a satisfaction deep inside sharing moments making memories curiosity satisfied. we grew sharing the life keeping aside daily fights our 'lifelines'. we both matured; and it seemed in no time. the evening you turned bride set to kickoff a new lifestyle. my heart cried not fearing your goodbye; but the last look until next 'Hi' maybe years down the line. the talks vanished the meets became matter of 'surprise'. different nests i deny to share the secrets. living along painted bricks they looked as gigantic human beings.

"it were days my heart wanted to see you get the touch that went away with you the love that was taken away by you a gentle hug that made the life' issues run through the fights I would love to fight. the pending talks I would love to complete while we walk. our favorite cup of coffee though you'd have had enough let me end my, 730 days, drought. I'm scared to meet the unmet again for my emotionsg would fail this time to complain. Dear Twin, you grew up quick I still haunt in our left behind childhood Streets."

the summers said, while i was in my bed to sing the same song before the season is dead. before the color showed up red and the ears go deaf!!! in my head i couldn't ask for anything better than a best friend's address. the same street shop that got me my first coffee stop looked somewhere lost the space taken over by a tiny small stall in the same mall. the summers asking to complete the story ending 730 days spent as eerie. being apologetic for a long pending gathering over a cup of 'Coffee'

"since last night my heart wants to shop even it's a window shop at the favorite stop the first floor shop post the hours of job picking up the cloth not worrying the cost spending the time with the best partner in crime 'best friend'. the hour that could have been mine picking up the mugs filled with caffeine those coffee moments the clock warned could be stolen and those left compliments the half completed sentence the unasked movement the raised sentiment the heart left broken the kid inside left in isolation she goes leaving behind to be nurtured alone!!!"

"my extended apology. coming from minority, I crossed the territory against the policy adding a page to my own story. proving the mediocrity crossing the border that to me knew just the love and generosity. the drawn line of control i had no control of!! stepping into the domicile the walls that said welcome back home staying alone coming close i felt like my own touched by some known. dislikes about the visit don't be a saddist I promise to give back laughter and accept my moan."

"And some evenings I'll walk down the streets All alone Of the city that nurtured me Treating it's own Shadows to follow by On the boulevard That heard the loudest denial cry. Wait, Someone sent me a spy To take care Until I fly; and Not to lie, To Those Caring Eye(s) That would not bear Those never said 'heartfelt Goodbye's'. More to the night's conversations With the close of eyes Those sung lullaby And I revisit us for one more time And we Walk Down the Street For that Clock Time"

from that night to tonight I've fought fights all alone and that isn't right i pretend to be alright and it no where adds to my delight. the confessions I lie I'll regret until I die i made myself deny to speak the truths that often makes you cry, and if allowed i would buy the  will define The Answers!! In few year's time never say me 'goodbye' instead mark the date and celebrate the relation that was built for life!!! #bestfriends

few words inked on the blank. few emotions displayed that the heart felt. an open letter if delivered might tell our last get-together. August 26, a reason to celebrate This 15, I look forward to embrace. The fate, I pray, puts an end to year long holiday The celebrations, not through the champagne Just our favorite coffee date before you fly out for another long term break maybe to graduate the life's disciplines... Dear Sister, looks like yesterday; though it's been long gone and we have entered today putting on the time our faces might now show some ageing signs we last hugged when young the time says the next you meet both would be old enough. tell it to keep its needles away coz you are the reason why i would love to be a kid. Always!!"

...and you left. leaving behind the memories little asking me to stay as a kid and little the gossips duration that turned little the secrets shared were again little my talks small and little i know somewhere i was the victim Of the great distances that surprisingly were little reality bit and hit the hardest on the wounds that were deep though little i wish to say a 'Hi' again to start from where we last left a hug to the little that joy for the little meant a world to the little little?? none. an emotion portraying the heart that still kept nights awaken!!!"

absence bothers missing family members. dear sister, when everyone's home it's you who sits at distance miles apart and that's the biggest goof-up. i wait every single day to sit and live the left out childhood days. the eyes cry the tears don't get wiped its only the place that's swiped blessings in disguise your recorded voice that makes my heart rejoice we missed out on important celebrations your pre booked meets with your delegations. I sit calm with the chin between my palms I see passing the convoys hoping to see one that left one now night,,,,,"

"and to the rains I say take me away for the new hopes to be nestled without the delays. the world that's different the place that's little tolerant... the rains left without a note the absence asking to wait until the next shower roars the gaps being kissed, as the two sea shores..... those empty knocks by the winds at my door scared yet opened found some 'nobody' trying put down the knob. to me the rains say give us another day promise we'd come; and bless you with many best friend's days..... "