Dear best friend,
I know, you’ve asked me,
So many a times- to write,
Of you.
And I always pretend, like-
I’m just a few words short,
From hittin the perfect spot.
But the fact is,
I rather don’t want to.
Cause, I am scared.
Scared, that someday,
You’d move on. Find,
Better friends.
And we’d lose the connect,
That we’ve always had.
And these verses, would stay:
An aching reminder,
Of our glorious days,
As the memories slowly-
Erode away into tragic oblivion.
And then, one fine day:
I’d look at these lines,
And it’d hit me hard, unexpectedly. That-
There are no tears,
To hold back;
Or moments,
To retrospect,
On. And now,
My worst fears,
Have come into play,
And the lines stay:
As Mere Words.
Black on white. Nothing more.
Nothing less.
That, would be a truly tragic end,
Dear friend.
Hope you understand.
Love,
Ish.
– Ish Aan.
Libëranté. 