You Are All Of This To Me

( This poem had been dedicated to a very close friend,around five years back. Every time I read it,it feels that you are still around.Miss you loads..may your soul rest in peace)

You’re the thought that starts each morning,

the conclusion to each day.

You are in all that I do,

and everything I say.

You’re the smile on my face,

the twinkle in my eye.

The warmth inside my heart,

the fullness in my life.

You’re the hand that’s laced in mine,

and  the coat upon my back.

My friend,my love,

my shoulder to lean on.

You are my silly , mature ,caring,

thoghtful,bright and honest buddy.

The one who holds me tightly,

when I need to cry.

You are all I’ve wanted,

you are all I need.

You are I’ve dreamed of,

you are all of this to me.

I CARE

 I had a friend,

with whom conversations had no end.

We could chat our heart out..

we were there for each other without a doubt.

promised to god that we wont go apart

will always be one’s life’s part

Had spent the days together,laughing and having fun.

but we grew up,our lifes now apart 

the days passed by and weeks rush on

and before I knew ,a year was gone.

I would always say ,that “tommorrow i shall call Jim”

to let him know that I think of him

but tommorrow comes n tommorrow goes 

n the distance between us grows n grows..

and then one fine day comes a call, 

which says “Jim has left us all”

trembling the whole world,

torn apart ,

as my life took another fall.

deep in the realms of sadness and the ocean of fear i swam apart

gulping the reality that this is what I deserved,

at the end of the day ..

m alone at the bay..

staring at the sky n wondering why

I never called to say 

that, friend I care...

is this the cost I have to pay??

I want you to know that i had always cared

worried and tensed weneva u failed..

loved the every moment spent with you

the peace that was there being with you.

I still think of you when am low..

hoping you’ll call as you always used to do.

but you arent there,neither those late night fone calls

neither those gushes and blushes..

but  here in my heart ,u ‘ll always stay,

flashes of time spent playing with a clay.

you must be there up  in the sky

looking down as a spy

I ll look up and have just one thing to say,

I had always cared ..

worried and tensed whenever you failed.