Wither ...

In memory of two of my close friends who passed away.

It's weird.
He plays, learns, grows with you.
A few years later, he smokes, drinks and parties with you.
And discusses technology.
A fortnight before, he chats with you about his bike, his girls.
Today, he lies numb in the shower.
Speechless. Lifeless.

It's weird.
He goes to school with you.
Discusses politics and terrorism and medicine.
A few years later, he meets you at a reuinion.
And shares with you the festive moment.
The fun. The frolic. The frenzy.
Today, he lies in the morgue.
Mutilated. Lifeless.

But that was yesterday.
Today, I smoke, drink, party.
Discuss politics.
Have fun.

It's weird.
That it took merely a day,
Maybe a couple,
To forget the faces I knew
For 13 long years.

Reviews

[Sanatombi]

Being melancholic is but a beautiful way of experiencing life and its various facets. One doesnt bother much about life when he is glad or merry making with frens or families. A melancholic state of mind teaches you something new thereby enhancing your persona as a 'matured guy'. HOWEVER anything excessive is not good so make your choice young man :) cheers and yeah nice poem!

[shoaib]

amazing work

[Bubo]

Very sad piece, and I don't think you ever forget, even though you share experiences and life, death can be so final, but here you talk of so many things you did as friends, and you will remember them, and carry them inside you.