This poem was writtern because I was always a person who could never stand seperation. But somehow in life the ones who mattered a lot, seldom stayed. And learning it the hard way made me write a poem to all those who arent still clinging on....
P.s: Best friends are forever.... And this doesnt refer to anyone of them!!
The Passing Cloud
There lived a boy
In a world of his own
He dint want friends
Or they didnt want him
But that’s how he lived
In a world of his own
He loved to talk
Loved to chatter
Talk aloud to ones it dint matter
But he didn’t care as he lived
In a world of his own
People came and people went
But no one stayed as a tenant
His heart so weak,
Were empty spaces, seldom filled!
And so he lived
In a world of his own
But when the times changed
His life raged..
People started flooding
For which there wasn’t an ending.
They all came and stayed for long
But no one knows why it didnt’t prolong
The ones he loved and the ones with care
All left him as he stood to stare
May be he changed
Or they did
All he knew was they never stayed
Against which he always prayed
Alert he was
And never shared
To anyone how his life faired
But so it changed
Into a book, always open
To the ones who dared.
Like a cloud torn by jets
The pages of his life
Remained torn by his friends
With wounds that wouldn’t heal
Even if he was big as a seal.
With the prayers unanswered,
The book remained open
Torn and tattered
But that’s what happens,
As he remained forever
A PASSING CLOUD.
