Poems by Hari Krishnan

To my friend

a poem by Hari Krishnan

Fossils are old but our friendship is older!
it has stood the storms of time
and is still fresh and new as ever
and a long way away from being buried to death.

They say, ‘the world gets smaller every minute!
we come closer every second.’
From the day we are born
to the day we die,
we remain strangers to most part of the world.
In a journey called life,
there are no destinations,
only milestones.
On the path of life
as we stride along!
we make relatives, foes and friends.
There are relationships by blood, by brain and by heart.
By blood, we make relatives!
by brain, we make adversaries!
and by heart, we make friends.
But, the satire in human relationships is
that the relatives we make by heart- ’friends’-
are the ones whom we invariably leave behind.
Adversaries and their hatred are carried unto death!
relatives and their relations are carried on even after death!
friends and their friendship are lest stranded in bygone memories
and long lost history with every step we take forward in life.
But, try as hard as we may,
not one of those friends can be forgotten!
because in all those lonely moments
when we are left staring at our shadow,
retrospecting our loneliness!
it is those friends and their friendship
that make us smile at the prelude of tears!
it is that forgotten forbidden past
that gives our unseen future the glimmer of hope.
It is only then we realize that,
Mind wins over matter!
heart wins over brain!
those loved by the heart may be left behind but never forgotten.
Today I am smiling and I know the reason is ‘you’!
We were friends in the past and let’s be friends in the future too!