If we loose a limb,
We would be handicapped,
But if it happens as if,
the limb replaces a friend,
Then we are nomads…..

When I lost a friend,
I cried without tears,
In the graveyard without dead bodies,
To cohort me, in this orphaned loneliness.

When I lost a friend,
I thought as if I’m paralyzed,
Without having a single joule of energy,
To move a cell in my body.

When I lost a friend,
My processor stopped responding,
To the basic stimuli,
Losing all its confidence,
To calculate the basic additions!

Not paving the path towards,
The final swansong,
I tried to hold the last grip,
Of that tendered hand,
Which marched me towards the heights!
But, When I’s losing my friend,
For a hand on my shoulders,
For a cloth to absorb my flooded tears,
I knocked all the doors,
Begged for a single penny of relief,
But the most expected doors,
Too shuttered their doors in front of me,
Again paving my path towards the graveyard….

My friend was a mirror to me,
Where I saw all my positive change,
Nurturing all great heights,
In myself…
But, now this mirror is scattered,
Into infinite particles,
Without leaving a single probability,
To unite together, with former glow….

Reuniting the crystals can occur,
If this precious light,
Which increased my sight,
Which at present,
Is surfacing a phenomenon of irregular reflection,
Wish to have its reflecting medium,
To be one!

But my friend,
You still have same gravity of attraction,
From this planet.
I just want to see myself through your cute eyes,
My Prayers are to make,
The Black clouds rain,
Its poisoness showerings,
Which guided the same destined passengers,
To catch different Trains.