An insight at random rantings

Sunday, 20 July 2008

To a Person It Concerns...

It was mighty "sweet" of you to write all that though I think I don't know exactly who you are. I don’t know what provoked (yes provoked) you to write it but you just did. Well I must say it sounded pretty good especially since you used your vocabulary skills on me.

We did know each other for quite a long time. 8 yrs like you kindly mentioned. There were obviously ups and downs not like anything major or unsolvable but still I think we did learn quite a lot from all that. Our 8th grade ain’t worth mentioning at all but I still will. We had a rough time I feel. Many misunderstandings. You never provided me with the opportunity to know you better. Till 8th grade you were just another friend. In 7th grade I don’t know why but I felt lonelier. We never interacted properly. Or maybe i feel so because my memory relating to those times disintegrated(?). But to be frank I really don’t know when we became so close. 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th? I have no idea. When I give all this a thought I can’t really point out the time when we knew each other better. Though I used to confide in you there where times even when I asked you why you didn’t unburden your heart to me you told me that it was’t necessary. Hey am not trying to put you down or anything or make it sound to all that I was right and you were mean. All I wanna say is that when you had gone to India in 11th grade and you had brought something back for me so that it would heal the “fishy” problem I had, words can never express what I felt… I was simply immersed in your thought the whole day. I just couldn’t express what I felt for you. No one really understood and nor do they understand what it feels like to have "fishy" with you. But what you did was absolutely incredible as I thought that I could finally see hope to become A ok again.

Unfortunately it didn’t work so much like what we wanted that thing you did, your act made me have increased respect for you. You made me feel better. You made me feel wanted. You made me feel that I was normal even though I felt otherwise. You made me feel that I had a BEST FRIEND. You made me feel more relaxed. You made me stop crying. You made me put trust in my heart that finally I will be cured. You made me say all this… you made me feel what I am. You made me…me. You may have not thought about the intensity of your act but I did think and I have never stopped thinking.

Even when I write all this for you, I can feel tears in my eyes. You are the jewel of my possession. I so wanna tell you “Be there for me”.

Please do things that we are supposed to do. Don’t ignore acts that are crucial for your survival in this world and in the hereafter.

In front of Allah I sit down humbly,
My thoughts turn to words,
And I repeat them slowly.
I thank Him with all that it takes
That I wasn’t given a friend who may fake.
As my tears spill quietly down my cheeks,
I remember you with every beat of my heart.
I feel a feeling so intense
I didn’t know that it was just feelings so for you.
The I realized that it was because I love u.

This is my first poem for you.
A little crude it maybe
But its so from the deepest depths of my heart I can reach.
This is not written to please you.
I wanted to tell all this to you one day
But then I wanted that day to be today.


I love you and you’re another part of my dismal life. When times of need you are indeed a TRUE FRIEND

2 comments:

Hafsa said...

hey....whos dat lucky person???

Chroma said...

@hafsa: lucky? think again... eight years. probably the longest 8 yrs ever :P

sarah, my sweetheart (i shud go easy on the nicey nicey words i guess :P).
u kno the reflex action, wherein we call each other up once 'sumthins up'... thts the indication of our 'closeness'.
n thts been ther since forver. we had breaks, but after the interval the muvie gets interesting, right? :P