By Keerthana Venkatesh
Contributing Author for Spark Igniting Minds
There are times when grief hits you hard way after the incident occurs. I lost a very dear friend when we were still in school to cruel fate aka Nirbhaya style two months before I translated into words what was etched in my heart.
Here I stand alone, waiting for my friend,
A promise she said she’ll keep, but, instead
She let go off my hand.
We played with little fingers, and in giant caves.
Poking, jeering and teasing each other,
But bearing not a tear.
We cycled down those ring roads,
Chasing little boys,
And sweared to shoo the big ones one day,
On bigger bikes.
Dreamt that we’d be in movies,
And sell all our rich stuff,
For the poor lads.
Up there He didn’t want this,
And sent a bad lad there,
Who picked and dropped you in the well of death,
And left me here astray.
You rose to reach Him up there,
And left me here to stay.
Though I can feel you every time I need you,
I pray to see you then.
I know you wipe my tears every time I cry.
Then why don’t you give me a tight hug,
And make me feel real nice?
O! Come back to me my dear friend.
Don’t look at me from there,
Where I can’t see you,
‘cos I know you really do care.
About the Author
Keerthana Venkatesh is a passionate writer with a penchant for positivism via thoughts, actions and alternative therapies.
She has worked on the editorial of some of India’s biggest media houses and as content management and marketing head in various corporates.
An avid traveler and a doting mother, she finds inspiration and the energy of positivism through places, people and her daughter which she showcases in her blog titled "This Short Story"!