A/N Written for someone special!
As I scroll through the chats at a steady pace,
Trying to imagine the reaction of your face,
When that particular line dropped from my fingers,
And when that some moment seemed to linger,
I scroll up slow but the lines move incredibly fast,
As if they don't want my bubbling enthusiasm to last,
Packed with emotions, with humor sprinkled,
Our chats that seem ages old and wrinkled.
Stare me back to intimidate me from scrolling,
As if it can stop the memories from coming back rolling.
Memories of two years whole, not months meagre,
All pop out of my screen, my words always so eager.
The impulsive me, the nagging me, the reckless me,
And always the calm, composed elder would you be.
The clashes, the feelings, the truths, the confessions,
The lies, the tears maybe just some unknown bits of passion,
But they all became steadily free and jolly over the years,
Except the times when you counselled my unknown fears.
Through and through you've been here for me,
Even supporting me in ways you could never see.
Writing this little piece thus as true to my own trends,
Remembering how we grew from complete strangers to friends.
YOU ARE READING
MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoetryJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
