More than just friends

After a tough battle between my heart and mind, I decided to let her go.

After all, a friend was all that she was. How could I screw my marriage for her? Amidst daily fights over strange reasons, my wife had finally expressed her true horror: You can never prove to me that Anna and you are not more than "just friends"!

Since as long as i can remember, Anna had been a crucial part of my life. We had been together through celebrations and tears.. through wins and losses.. through link-ups and break-ups...

We had survived a long distance friendship for years.

We would talk for a million hours. As much about our original ideas as about our silliest experiences. And about politics and religions; about philosophies and cartoons.

We had been mentors and consultants for each other. She had always prevented me from losing my faith in destiny and my belief in myself.

But I lost her.

And it's only now that I have realized her actual worth.

We were actually more than just friends.

We were best friends.

Returning to dreams...

In my lust , in my prayers
You have lasted for years

Like the reminiscence of red roses
In the leaves of an old journal
You have remained untouched, my love
In the folds of my heart

It's yet another start

It's time for the dried out flowers
to blossom once again
It's time for my thirst
To be quenched by the rain

Yes, I wanna wake up from the pain of reality
Take me to the dreams, take me in your spell

Replenish my fuel

Save my life, darling, let me live a few more days
With the memories of yet another dream!

Just Like That - 1

Forgiven. Forgotten. Forsaken.

Why does he still linger in my subconsciousness? Taking a random form, why does he still confront me in my dreams-a state when I am too helpless to push him aside? I do not love him anymore. But I cannot be indifferent either. My dreams seek to see him happy. See him smiling with another beautiful soul. I haven't caused him any pain. But somehow, I hold myself responsible for his plight.

May be, these dreams are my latent attempts at redemption.