Have I Told You, How It Feels to be With You?

 Many a times I find myself sitting beside the window, listening to the blaring horns of the cars passing by, the screeching bikes; wondering, struggling hard to find what is overshadowing my happiness. My heart engulfed in endless conflicts about all what’s, why’s and how’s; I feel lost. Hours of introspection fails to reveal the deepest secrets hidden deep within my own conscience. I twist and turn in sleep for long, feeling my own palpitation; drenching in my own perspiration, yet I fail to figure out anything. 

When no solitude, no soul-searching helps, a small talk with you over coffee does. You would strike the exact chord at the precise corner of my heart; mend the broken strings and make music out of it again, singing the lyrics I have forgotten!

After a stupid act, a display of foolishness; when I feel ashamed to show myself to the world; you stand behind and pat my back. You help me repair anything that I destroy, correct me when I am wrong, yet never let me feel the pangs of guilt. When someone would point a finger, you stand beside, pronouncing to face it together. The days when I feel exhausted, emotionally drained, completely numb, the hug you give, the way you caress my face is enough to bring me back to life.

You never fail to crack jokes on the one, who left me teary-eyed and thus, make me smile again. For numerous times, we would sit and plan pranks together like soldiers prepare for war and screw the people who befool us. My rival, my foes become the same for you for absolutely no reason.

You are the one who know how stupid, foolish and talkative I am, yet you make me feel worthy and intelligent. Even when no one else could understand, you laugh at all the jokes I crack, not letting me repent the bad sense of humor I have. You sing along, no matter how badly I mess up the melody. You dance along, no matter how imperfectly I move. You make me feel perfect with the millions of faults I possess.

The same coffee seems tasteless when drank alone. Life seems dull, monotonous when you are not around. I forget the tune; I mess up the melody, yet no one sings the words along. Weeping I stand in the crowd, yet no one could see the tears trickling down my cheeks.  Only you, it’s only you who knows it all, even before I speak it aloud. You are the one, who know me, perhaps more than myself, at times. You know who you are, yet if need be to describe you; I would call you my soul-mate, my best friend!!

A toast to our friendship, our togetherness and the purity of it!!
Dedicated to Shivee!!

 Friends Forever!!!!