Untitled Friendships

Friendsips are the hardest to maintain, aren't they? Well, technically friendships are not gardens that needs maintanence. They are more like the living organisms inside the garden. Both plants and weeds, flowers and thorns, butterflies and bees. Yet, friendships are more like the tender yet hardened rose petals. You get it ? Its more like as soft as rose flower, that we keep preserving even after knowing that its going to dry up someday and after it gets dried up, we try to reserve the rose thorugh different art forms like resin art.

Oh dear friend,

be my spring,

lend me the colours of you

Oh dear friend,

be my monsoon,

lend me the beauty of accepting the storms

Oh dear friend,

be my autumn,

teach to let go

Oh dear friend,

be my summer

remind me of our moments together 

and bless me with nostalgia...

We do have some friendships, that we miss the most yet we know thats the only way of forgiving the same. Sometimes we miss the fun, sometimes we miss the talks, sometimes we miss the goofiness and sometimes we miss their support. People say effortless friendships are quite special and rare. The truth is that, we just assume that there is absence of effort where in reality atleast a cent percent of effort can be seen from both the ends. Sometimes we acknowledge and most times we ignore. Such are the frienships that are never forgotten neither are reminded. With time, we forget how we spent our time in thouse frienships, and with time we also miss the time how we spent. People change, and so their persepectives. Forgiving is easier than forgetting.

To that friend who became an invisible meaning between the lines I write, 

These letters ache by bleeding from the past,

the letters ace the grief of the biassed

You have been acknowledged,

not in words but in the silence

for the better good that can happen

only with the galaxies apart,

may be for this timeline,

our friendship is a mirage.

The stories that revolved around

might have merely been a sham

The time is only to accept but not change,

the memories are only to live not to hurt.

This is a tribute to the friendships that we know are coming to an end. An end to the conversations, the strength, the pleasure, and the memories. The silence would be the only part that lives in the relation with every other random situation reminidng us about how we lived in the past. May be, this is how we are built to function as. We forgive, but we don't express out loud. We miss, but we won't reveal how much. We accept, but we won't let anyone know that we are sick of it. 

Take a moment, thank them, fight with them and forgive them. Them being those friends who stayed, and whom you have never let go of. Its hard to make decisions that end up in pain. But, its okay to let go off those friendships where you have struggled more than being happy. Let them know, that you have been hurt, let them know that its not okay to have no efforts from them, let them know that its has been more of a burden or an obligation than a relief. Take decisions, which are right and not those which are easy. When you look back at them after a few years, you would be happy that you chose them.