Old friends

Success is always very sweet to the achiever. Sometime quick and enormous success brings about an aura of glitz and glam. Success is also like a fire. It catches up fast and takes a lot into its fold.. It is but natural like any fire along with light success will emit some smoke too. This is envy. The datum will always envy the peak. Gravitation always pulls down but it also gives you a feel of your own weight. It is an art to levitate in the sky of success.

But when it comes to envy, true Friends are different. Yes, true is a very hypothetical word. But true friends are never in competition. An old friend's success make the old friends proud too. Friends ain't no predators. They want no nothin' from ye. The friend may, or, may not be in a nest like yours.....He could be in a different world all together. For one struggle may be the way of life. For another, isolation might be his veritable ambience with the Sun and the solitude as his company. There can be want in someone's world, heart break in other's while frustration bugs yet another while another has amassed humongous prosperity. But at one place they are all one.


Albeit his own state the very mention of a friend still brings a glitter in an old friend's eyes, a happy smile in his lips a distant untouched dream back in his mind 'Friend to Friend,' its only a bonding of mind and mood... through the window of Memory. There is no conventional right nor traditional access between friends..but there are no formalities and pretention either. Two friends for a while make a world of their own of so many fond things, such as memory smiles and sigh.

Dear old forgotten friends may just hanker after a moment of the good old days. You may not know but a friend may have been looking up to the sky for once if any of his old friends and that could be you would come down to his shores.... or from just as far as that floating cloud in the blue sky would hover in his sky for a passing moment or so ... for once may be...Yesterday once more. He will then treasure his friend's trembling shadow once more in the windswept waters of his mind. Expectations don't have to be just always...

As time passes the worlds changes. The distance between friends even looms larger. Hearts change, aspirations differ, chasm widens, and yet deep inside you, you still hold a small cake of affection in the golden attic of your heart ~ upon which all the magic moments with your old friends, keep flaming like a candle. You don't let nothing snub that..not no one..... Every body in your world gets a piece of you ...but old friends gets the chasm,... the wide inseparable chasm of distance. The friend gracefully accepts the distance and then strangely the distance itself bequeaths friends to friends'.... The distance which normally put people out of mind,.. for true friends it fans the craving ...it continues to reminds friends of friends. It also hurts and it also pains. Like the Passion of Christ, the pain spreads into your veins and dissolve the feeling of true longing for true friends into your blood.... And as the distance grows with each widening inch... it reminds you ...of the truth...that friends are priceless.. Yet time enables to embrace the breach without a wince as stones fossilize pre-historic mammoths in their heart.


There was a time when you were there everywhere in your friend's heart... No roads could be as empty, no paths would be as forlorn so much so as your friend would not find you there...for everywhere they went... they carried you in their heart..you be...or you don't be. You were carried in each breath..u were felt in each beat... But ...Time again~ the best magician it is..., it takes out the destination from the path and modifies it. Such friends who swore by you in their sleep no more stay pertinent in your world. Those time and those people they become strangers in the verdict of this time and these people...the common law. But still each time you try expunge them from your mind as strangers and send them back empty handed from the doors of your heart ..no tears escape their eyes ...for they quest nothing but carry the breeze from their land and their hills to your shores...They don't want you distracted .. they only want you to be able, to say "Hello to Happiness"..