Dead Friend

A Poem by Lord Sarthak

The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained

8 years

8 years have passed since the last time i saw you alive.

we were just kids,that night you couldn't survive.

You died in front of my own f*****g eyes.

I still remember, you had promised me that we both would touch the sky.

I think those promises, you made to me were all lies

But i cant deny the fact that you were an amazing guy

You were always there for me during my bad times

Together we had commited so many crimes

I still remember your old rusty cycle

oh, how can i forget your mischievous cousin Micheal

My past haunts me even today

I still remember how you used to make toys with clay

I know you cant come back

how can i forget your fav snack ( Maggi )

You always held my hand when i needed you the most

Every night, in my dreams i see your ghost

And your gf , man i couldn't face her after that fateful night

Now i am all alone, wondering with whom to fight

I dont know what else should i write

Maybe i should try to forget that f*****g night

© 2016 Lord Sarthak

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Anindita Janhabee

This is so emotional yet beautiful. Yes, past taunts... much... I can well understand...
While starting the reader feels like you've written about some girl but when the word 'guy' appears, something new OS created...
Friendship doesn't mean you are together always Sarthak. It means you are together even after you are apart. He's a star at the above and u, a star here... Both of you do twinkle, just places are same...
He's watching you always..and every time u see the sky, he gives u a smile... and u must smile back.......
Remember, no matter how much distant you both are but your relationship will never end, that will continue till you reach to him.
Of course it's hard to forget the memories and I ask u not to forget. Only those will bring smile on your face....
Such a beautiful relation between u and ur friend...Reminds me of my bestie....
You are so sweet, he must be so lucky having you and he must be crying out of joy while u were writing this poetry thinking about him...
William Shakespeare's sonnet 55- "Not marble and the gilded monuments" is a dedication to his friend and patron after his death... He says that ravages of time and wasteful wars can spoil the gold gilded monuments built by the rich but those can never spoil a single word of the poetry....
I am glad I could find another Shakespeare in my life.... he's my favorite poet and you are my favorite person....
Jaanvi : )