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Words of a Friend...

Emotions without words...
Its like a forest without birds...

Need to be strong...
Don't know whats going on...

Don't know what to say...
Everything seems so grey...

Hearing you say self-destruction...
Sends me chills and here I am shaken...

Then words came out of fear...
Please don't take them on your heart as spear...

It were the word's of a friend...
And not the one which would offend...

To my worst fear it did...
But it's an illusion dear, please get rid...

You tell me, I am not selfless...
I won't argue, as without you my friend I would be hapless...

Don't take this statement of mine as a act of self-serving...
The pain you'd have gone through while self-annihilation would have left my heart aching...

For the people you loved so much would have gone shattered...
That's what I felt and so I uttered...

Then I asked Angel for aid...
For your safety as I was so afraid...

She tells me that nothing is in our hands...
The more you hold it tight, the fast it will slip through like sands...

I told her that I AM selfish for few people in this world...
And if I loose you I would be whirled...

Yes dear, YOU are among those, who dwells in my heart...
I've never considered myself before your family and that feeling will never come in my heart...

Then, I asked Angel to be with you as I had no ways...
She just replied "Always"...

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Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


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