Friendship is a lot talked about,
A trope over used and abused,
In stories from far and wide,
And in the tales legends mused.Over the years the definition has
Almost always been the same,
Until we bring our personal experiences,
Into this delicate balancing game.For me, over the two decades of life
Friendship always had a meaning clear,
The definition so read in the books
And enjoyed in the movies so dear.But then life happened and,
All the crafted definitions fell apart,
And the adult me started to redefine,
My ideas of friendship from the start.The real and the virtual,
Turned into a weird guilt feeling,
Got blamed for being engaged too much,
Over the screen, always scrolling.I tried my best to appease them all,
Blind they were all I say,
They couldn't see all the efforts I put,
To keep some friendships alive everyday.At a point, I stopped the efforts,
It's better than being ignored,
But the virtual world came closer,
A few real ones kept me from being bored.And gradually it all didn't seem to matter,
As I delved deeper into giving,
Keeping the hope alive in my heart,
Maybe a little reciprocation I'll be receiving.They all turned out fair weathered,
And left me wondering there,
After all these shared moments,
I had gone wrong where?There was no meaning,
There seemed to be concrete nothing,
Ideas of reciprocity changed and
Friendship became a momentary thingAs nights dawned into days,
And expectations did fade,
I discovered that friendship is seen as,
The connection of the heart made.And I stopped believing in legends,
Started forging friendships with trust shown,
With no demands, contracts, just emotions,
I finally found a definition of my own.HAPPY INTERNATIONAL FRIENDSHIP DAY TO ALL THE KIND PEOPLE THAT HAVE SHOWN SO MUCH LOVE AND SUPPORT FOR THIS BOOK.
A few notable names are @isabelle_bl FictionalMagicTamer
cleomez KashishBelikov and obviously the wizard cchinu🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
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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...