My father says, i am an excellent observer. I observe myself consistently, to improve myself. If there is nothing there to observe, then i confirm myself that life is becoming stagnant and try to mould either myself or the circumstances.
At all times, i feel an invisible helping hand, throughout my life. Though, mixed are my emotions towards my friend, same is the response, i recieve at all times from my friend.
This weekend, strangely, i tried to look into past. Though not productive, this thought lead me to pen down my mixed emotions towards my friend. I don't knew what it should be called as. May be it's a poem or a short essay. I just pen down it because i have to.
O' My Friend,
Sometimes i smile at you
Sometimes i admire you
Sometimes i complain to you
Sometimes i scold you
Sometimes i pray to you
Sometimes i thank you
Sometimes i agree with you
Sometimes i disagree with you
Sometimes i dream about you
Someimes i have faith in you
Someimes i believe you
Sometimes i trust you
Sometimes i doubt you
Sometimes i even bribe you
Sometimes i forget myself looking at you
Sometimes i read about you
Sometimes i think about you
Sometimes i remember you
Sometimes i follow you
Sometimes, within myself i try to experience you
Precious are the circumstances, which leads me towards you
I pen down these feelings,
not because i expect something from you
just because simply i love you.
Hmmm... :)
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