No shrivelled body,
No ashes and no dust,
No piece of paper,
To anul a relationship gone bust.
No disappearance,
No clean break,
If only it were so easy to end,
Friendship that turned fake.
Just like those childhood moments,
You close your eyes tight, you run,
Away from the strong, bitter medicine,
That always burnt your tongue.
Away from the creamy froth you scooped
Out in vain from the spoilt
milk.
The hollow wall of formality pounds,
Restlessly against your shattered heart.
You jump as the final nail in the coffin
Of dead friendship, jabs again - a lost start.
No disappearance,
No clean break,
If only it were so easy to end,
Friendship that turned fake.
You stand still, reluctant to face the change,
Even as Facebook likes and twitter pokes,
Widen the cracks, seem easier to crack,
And replace your heartfelt chats and endless
But just as the wheel turns, you hold on,still,
“there’s always
something left to love” you feel,
As you collect the fragments of memories,
That refused to get crushed in time’s wheel.
No disappearance,
No clean break,
If only it were so easy to end,
Friendship that turned fake.
