About Friends

Merrily i turned 24 last year in careful custody of acceptably good friends. There are lot of people you want to be with you in your happy moments, but would rarely get plenty of them. Friends are like some unnamed family growing with you they keep on changing, they will have different names will come in unexpected, undesirable ways. People change a lot with time like the brewed beer or the aged wine - Everybody praise them but fewer will relish their taste.

Slowly time will pass and a lifelong ceremony of parting more and meeting less had begun unwinding. It's not a very happy moment to be in but memories of past definitely make my smile ever last.

What they have made me becomes a question i can never answer, but their addiction can make self contentment impossible.

Time pass by and gradually life change colours from yellow to pink to blue to green ... so on until every color contrast itself.

"We strode with a yellow belt on the coffin head

Dead straight

Jittering hands with prejudiced will

someone decides to pull the strings

later comes the feeling of the past

wild in the bunch of rouges

rough in the manners but clean of will

sentiments can hold no longer for heart doesn't exist

still typing like a twitterbox fill in the jist ..."

(self patting ...) Nice TRY :D


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