NetSujit World

As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.
Remembering the playgrounds, parks and friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a game of cricket match,
Will remain the memory ever attach…
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to his surprise.

I recall my first cycle, and first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, “What the heck?”
He convinced me to give one more try,
While knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
With just the joy knowing he was there,
Making him proud was my only care.
There was nothing I couldn’t do,
I rode back the cycle with him and thats true.

Though teenage years were kind of rough,
I sure wasn’t too big or tough.
You taught me to defend what’s right
And never back down for me from a fight.
With all the struggles, I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your hand.
Drawing from you an inner strength,
I learned to have stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate was drawn,
Before I blinked and you were gone.
I found myself alone, facing the sun,
Not a man, not a boy, a friendless one.
Eyes blinded by a strange pain inside,
I could not live that you had died.
Though I am finding it to be true,
Now, I could do nothing without you.

Please  Joel, today just hear my call,
I’m sorry that I dropped the ball.
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My struggles are totally undisciplined.
I can’t get up although I try,
Please don’t be upset if I cry.
I am still fighting, with you not beside me,
Please Joel, say you’re still proud of me.

Unlike usual times, am not dedicating this poem to anyone. But i want this poem to be heard by someone really close to me. Someone, whom I miss more than anything right now. Someone, who never let me felt that I am alone. Someone, who considered me as his best friend and allowed me to call him the same. Someone, who makes me feel miserable with his absence. I want this poem to be heard by Joel.

Though I m feelin unexplainably miserable with your loss, dude don’t mind, its not surfacing on my face. Because you were the only one who understood and to whom I used to show my miserable face of sorrows. You knew, and still know perfectly how to read me and I know you can see the miseries overflowing me. And now you are not there and for sure no one can take your place and so will remain the misery forever. But I m still moving on and trying to enjoy each bit of my life, because i want you to come back someday, atleast one day, and say that you are proud of me.

I can’t get up although I try,
Please don’t be upset if I cry.
I am still fighting, with you not beside me,
Please Joel, say you’re still proud of me.