My Best Friend
I always thought of a word I would use to refer to him,
for he was more than a brother to me.
We talked about space and mysteries for hours.
We went for long walks.
We shared our fears, hopes and dreams.
We joined many clubs in campus heydays.....
One day, our communication was cut;
I couldn't tell whether it was I or him
who had a problem, or wanted time alone to reflect
and meditate about life or oneself.
No phonecall,
No SMS,
No WhatsApp,
No Facebook,
No meeting in town....
The friend I knew disappeared like Atlantis,
only for me to tell people how he was good,
and how he looked like. People keenly listen
to my narrations, as though he was a legend
past gone eons back.
A brotherhood I thought was real and meaningful,
disappeared into the mist of mystery.....
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