All I sought was a friendship.

All I sought was friendship. I Had it, a beautiful relationship, that a lot of time was invested in, I was glad, the laughter, the waiting for a message, the small exchanges of personal information, the guesses and longing to spend time together, it was beautiful. Just beautiful.

I was so happy and content. Nature was in full bloom.

Doomed and damned that I am, I lost it, I still have to unravel the reason why? I am slow to understand, it was probably my exuberance, my insistence, my jealousy, that stifled you. My consistent banter that threw you off.

All I wanted was your friendship, wanted to care for you, something that I wanted to do, for the rest of your life.

All I wanted to be, was a part of your life. Stand in your shadow, unseen, observe your Highs and Lows. Offer my shoulder to lean and cry upon, in the time of need. Applaud your achievements silently.

But it all went awry.

Now there is no way to contact you. The bridges have all been burnt. The bitterness, probably in you, is vile. Rightfully so. I accept that too.

I bear no malice, I bear no ill, I am just the same, though a little low. I leave you to your space, because, I feel you wanted it that way. Your feelings and desires are paramount.

But I remain steadfast, and have reached where I wanted to be, in your shadows. Observing, waiting for your call, you just have to reach out and you will find me there by your side as a true friend. In all the turbulent times that you go through, face them, firmly and with strength, for you will not be alone, I shall be there to support you.

In the manner that we have gone apart. There is nothing that you have lost - you have gained a support. A firm pillar, which time will tell. I will be there always, irrespective....

The life my mother promised me.

I am a calf, fattened by my mothers love, and the unlimited supply  of  milk that she allows me to devour from her udders. I strut around in my world, kicking my back legs in continuous happiness, under the watchful eye of my Mother, my muscles are strong  and I  have enough meat on me to go hungry for a week.

She's forever licking me clean, ensuring I am perpetually spruced up. We watch a couple of humans approach us, who exchange some paper, and one with the callous hands, ties a rope around my neck, leading me away, lovingly. I resist, but my mother signals me to follow him, so as to enable him, to lead me to better and happier world.

Its a long journey, we finally reach the nice man's house, his family  see me  and  exclaim  in  happiness. I  am  glad, that I  can  bring  some  mirth  into  their  lives. There seems to be a festival on. His children and wife are so excited to see me.They  fondle me, feed me, give me to drink, its night time, I am sleepy, they allow me to sleep.

It  was a cold night, lost in remembering my mother. The  sun  has  risen, I can feel  the warmth  on  my  back, I can see the nice man coming towards me, with his family behind him, he has something glistening in his hand. He feels on the back of my neck, and under my throat as if feeling for something, I feel  ticklish, and muzzle into his body, lovingly, trusting him,who will lead me onto another world filled with happiness.

I  hear him muttering, under his breath, as if its a prayer. There is a cold sharp feeling under my throat, it cuts into me, painfully, the nice man is still muttering words, which sound nice to hear. I feel faint.

Is  this the better world that my Mother promised me, have I lived.

If........

If the Prayers of a few could change Destiny. Then the Destiny of many, would be in the Prayers of a few. If the lives of people in love depended on lovers, then the Cemeteries would be full. If whims could fulfill desires, Then the desires would be whimsical. If I could regain your love, by an action. Then I would willingly step into my grave. kokee

I Cry In Solitude

I Cry In Solitude, Every fibre screams for you, Searching , screening, Wonder where have you gone? Those lost days, When you did not speak, Those lost moments, When you shut your mind. Anger has allowed time to flow, Where fun and frolic could have ruled. Despair and cruel fate hs enveloped the mind, Those lost moments push us into utter confusion. Time is in its glory, Sure to die soon, Knowing that the sun shall set, soon So reach out, before its too late.