Saturday, May 2, 2009

It has been so long, so very long. We have seen it blossom, seen it mellow down, and it has been fascinating... fascinating almost to the point of being nauseating. A distanced memory tells me that we had fashionable never ending discourses on love, life and all else. How we pretend to know, how we pretend to feel even though we are too young to understand! We changed with experience. We became such different people. It was beautiful while it lasted. Beautiful and fatally flawed. All things have a natural death, and here was a swan song made just for us. 

What do I call friendship? Friends are people who do things for you, not because you expect it, but because they love you. And love can only stretch so far before it breaks. I owe my friends nothing, they owe me nothing. Just that the world sometimes, sometimes, runs a bit low on love. 




Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
   Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
   Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
   Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
   In a long forgotten snow.

(Sara Teasdale)

5 comments:

ahona said...

If you really love me say yes/But if you don't dear-confess/But plis don't tell me-perhaps, perhaps, perhaps!

pisku said...

And expectations kill them. Dont judge your friends Arunima, but ya, time will tell the wheat from the chaff!
smiles

eden gardens said...

ok, i will not say comforting things about how nice your friends actually are. I will just say this.

"if u think they suck, they suck."

Anurima. said...

not that easy, not that easy

Lucid Darkness said...

"And love can only stretch so far before it breaks. I owe my friends nothing, they owe me nothing. Just that the world sometimes, sometimes, runs a bit low on love."

So true, so very true! And sometimes it is hard know when that point has been reached. Often you don't even realized that something is broken before it is too far gone to be repaired. Sigh.