A – Z poetry : “X”

Here is for alphabet “X”


A Nexus Broken

When friends exchange their status

For lovers, their excitement

has no explanations

they meet in excess

are vexed by each others absence

find any pretext to call each other

words never exhaust their sweetness

their love simply extended from familiarity


romance reaches its climax

the complexities of a relationship

misunderstandings express into anger

toxic looks now replace the earlier intoxication


it all exploded into thin air

nothing left to examine

except the battle of the “ex”es

did their friendship once exist??

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*together forever*

If there is something called eternity

Keep me by your arms even after we’re past it..

If there is something called horizon

Take me on the boat with which your travelling towards it..

If there is something called a rebirth

Promise me you’ll meet me on the other side of this life too..

If there is something called perfect ending

Let that be a story we narrate to our next generation..

~Colors of your Friendship~

For white, 
It was the belief
So pure and enchanting… 

For blue,
It was the relationship
Deeper than the deepest oceans… 

For green,
It was the blooming 
new era of happiness… 

For red,
It was the love
never ever ending… 

For grey,
It was the time
we had each other’s support… 

For maroon,
It was the deep sensation:
of each other’s presence… 

For black,
It was the curtain 
over each other’s mistakes… 

For orange,
It was the brightness
of the glorious sun… 

For silver,
It was the warm and smooth
coyness like the lazy moon… 

For violet,
It was the naughty things
we’d always done together… 

For brown,
It was your gossips and fantasies
that never came true… 

For yellow,
It was the freshness
like the newly reaped furrow… 

For hazel,
It was the nurturing of our emotions
ever so slow… 

For golden,
It was the mesmerizing
stolen commitments we’d made… 

For pale, 
It was the loud shouting
and soft compliments you’d gifted me… 

For each n every color of your friendship,
I’ll cherish the time I spent with you,
Love you and miss you…

# for neha.pathak – best friend – last seen in 5th grade