Reverie

I Miss My Childhood Friend I miss my friend from my childhood, the one who lived upstairs in my house. The one who annoyed me endlessly, the boy who teased me, made me shout, then stayed behind to comfort me. He has seen me through my highs and lows through quiet smiles and silent frowns. How I miss exchanging sorry notes when I hit him harder, fooling around. In his innocence, he forgave me still every single time I broke down. How he played badminton with me just to see me laugh, just to please. Down in all those moments I never knew what he meant to me. How badly I wanted to hold his hand, yet never dared to let him see. But I miss my childhood friend perhaps not just a friend at heart, but something more than words could name, a feeling hidden from the start. The cruelest twist of life’s own game we were torn apart before I could confess my heart. How I wanted to sit by his side while playing chain-chain in the lane. How I made small, silly excuses to walk with him again and again. Even hitting him a little harder, just to trade letters sweet and plain, written in the purest language of love, the innocent kind, without pain. How I asked the color of his outfit, just so mine could match his too, dreaming of weddings in my thoughts, floating on a cloud or two. Being on the seventh heaven, thinking what if we were more than friends? That quiet question in my heart never seemed to find its end.

The night is still young, the stars still tremble above. But unfortunately, the passage of time does not remain the same. The youth of mine is gone, the summer of my life has faded. My body aches with pain while my thoughts are being chained. The version of me feels dull now. Life laughs at me, and I find myself defeated in the silence of the crowd. Once, I proudly challenged the world; now that pride is gone. All I do is mourn.

I notice the absence of your tender words the words that once soothed my wounds. I feel the emptiness where our laughter and shared joys used to live. I search in every possible way to find you. Perhaps I still ache for that spark that once made both of us feel alive. Now it’s all just a quiet hollow, a small lacuna where you used to be. The world feels too silent, too still, without you near me.

Hey everyone Just a quick note!! I'll no longer be posting my poetry here. Not because Im giving it up, never! Poetry is the only balm that soothes my soul and helps me heal. But for now, I have decided to keep my words to myself. Maybe one day, I’ll gather the courage to publish them properly. Thank you for all the love and support you've shown me. It truly means the world. If anyone wishes to leave the channel, I completely understand. I won’t be deleting it though, this space holds too many emotions and memories. This isn’t a goodbye. It’s just a see you later.

I knew it would sting, but, sometimes to set things right, you must walk through the wrong.

A traveler is searching for a home.

I asked myself, "Why so they can’t ask me how I am doing? Why am I the one to approach them first? Why am I the one to look out for them every time? Why me always – the first one to care about them? Why not them?" And in the midst of quiet storm of my mind, whispered “Because the thirsty one goes to the well, not the well doesn’t come to the thirsty man.” And a sudden jerk of realisation that I needed them, but they didn’t need me.

When u have this kinda mentality u are cooked

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