A Friend. My Friend where are you?

You are my friend.
I wish I re-visit you with those lovely days of the yesteryears
Upon a time, we travelled around like maniacs in the streets of no where:
The Piping hot kancheepuram Idlis, the chaats from the dirty street vendors,
Where time knew nothing about the hours idly spent:
But the idle hours are the most idyllic.
Together, our reach was simpler, more realistic & true all the way. Yet, was there somthing missing during the times of togetherness?
What was it: A question I now lure into...The answer remains in the mystery of your whereabouts....and if you are somewhere within reach, where I can meet, I long to...because in life, there is somthing like this that goes:
To meet and re-live the past is somtimes more exciting than the ''to be-met tommorrow" and its strange unknowns..

5 comments:

  1. Your blog to say the least is a cut above the rest. I have been reading them all, if I can know what profession? Your words sparkle with light & meaning.

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  2. Mr.Anonymous,
    My Profession, I know not:
    My words: Confession, doubly confused,
    but every bit with a deep meaning.
    Thanks too. You have a blog to share?

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  3. I dont have a blog to share or am I a writer of such elegant style as yours. You live a life full of words.
    I live in Montreal, a life of philosophical will, but now I know that its just not me there in the woods. Mr.RAM M, can we meet? Do you travel to canada?

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  4. Mr.Anonymous: I dont travel to Canada! Is the woods a little different there? lol.

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  5. The woods are the same here. Dawn awakens, birds chirp and dusk curtains to show the twilight. Can I have a meaning towards "ephemeral" as in the classical will of writing?

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