By Namarata Gupta
I look at the stars on every night
I go through them with all my might
to search for a friend
who could walk with me till the end...
I found no human, no mind,
to listen to me and to be kind...
I was always let down,
whomever i trusted in this town...
everyone hated, everyone betrayed,
noone to care, noone to share,
all think i m so stupid
but what can i do for it...
They don't understand my feelings,
so they don't care for it...
All are selfish, all come for gain,
nobody thinks for my pain...
My heart is all broken,
now there is no token,
for any feeling, for any desire,
now they will never get sapphire,
to enjoy over my pains...
My only friends are those stars,
who reads the sorrows and the fire in my heart...
We are the best companions now,
We would never leave each other anyhow...
But every relation has some distractions,
they are the clouds who take away perfections...
They are so dark
that they prevent all the spark,
which is a sign of warmth and message,
that gives us joy and then we pack our baggage...
I have to sleep, they have to leave,
but still our relation is so deep...
We don't talk, we don't walk,
there is a sense of understanding, we share with each other,
i never speak, they never show,
we just look each other and exchange the feelings...
The difference is of more than a few miiles,
we dont care, we just smile...
Friends dont differ,
they are the joy of river..
When the morning comes,
they go to their mother,
me in hell, but still so well...
coz' I know we will meet again,
if there is no rain,
we will share the pain...
