Friday, May 31, 2013

Gems Of Our Lives

Friends are the gems of our lives,
I heard many say this not once, not twice,
but every time,
I sat in silence, quite and lone.

No friends, no complications, I believed.
Yet I  knew,
how wonderful friendship is indeed.
Friends love each other to the core,
 I was aware,
perhaps I knew a little more.

Everyone had a dear almost all.
No one so shallow,
with a world so small.
The glittering beads of the friendship bands,
or the shining promise rings.
None excited me none could ever have.

They said,
"You can join us anytime"
"No thanks,
I'm fine" I said with a smile.
Like the spider who never gave up,
they kept trying to find a friend and 
change my luck.

Friends are the gems of our lives,
I heard many say this not once, not twice,
but every time,
as years passed and I was still on my own.

After all I was the one who knew,
the fact which was
known to only a few.
Behind the glamorous, shimmering curtain,
was not a beautiful scene,
that was certain.

Slowly fights broke out almost each day.
Some verbal, some were physical,
old enemies were best friends today.
Broken trusts broken hearts,
they accused each other of 
broken nails and broken arms!

I has predicted this long ago,
the stage they stood on 
had no place for a foe.
No one gave proper reason,
why some changed friends
like a new play everyseason.

Friends are the gems of our lives,
I heard many say this not once, not twice,
but every time,
I witnessed the fights


Some friendships did get stronger,
yet I was the same as before.
But maybe not for long,
It was a cold Monday morning I remember.
Our eyes met.
Your first day of school,
'mid November?'

"She comes from the land of Anime tales
kimonos, chopsticks and manga..
Exchange student, she is here for 90 days"
You smiled and greeted the class with a bow.
I smiled back,
not knowing what you said, even though

I knew no Japanese
and you hardly spoke English
Yet we spoke with mute means.
We got along in a day or two,
with no words nor phrases
I started to understand you.

Friends are the gems of our lives,
I heard many say this not once, not twice,
but every time,
as I started to change.

The facts about which I used to speak,
were being proven wrong,
as our friendship reached its peak.
Game-nights, partying and sleepovers,
friendship bands and promise rings,
we even gave each other make overs.

I called you my friend,
something I knew
I never imagined.
We never fought, never cried
happiness clouded above us, 
to break it we never tried.

Once when you got to know my past,
of not having a pal,
you said nothing  just laughed
You made me realize, the fear
I had in me 
of losing someone dear.

Friends are the gems of our lives,
I heard many say this not once, not twice,
but every time,
as our hearts grew even close.


The fun-filled moments we spent,
I forgot,
were soon going to end.
It was time for you to depart.
Ninety days;
so quickly they passed.


Heavy hearts and wet eyes,
we hugged each other
so many times.
I promised not to lose connection
with you,
a friend with so much affection.


They said you changed me a lot
to fight,
to argue, I forgot
Became a friend and a dear to many
but for me
I loved you more than any

Friends are the gems of our lives,
I heard many say this not once, not twice,
but every time,
as we continued to keep in touch.


We informed each other every detail 
once a day
through calls, text or e-mail.
Slowly, the days became months 
and last year,
we called each other only once.

Soon after college, I became a wife,
No place for friends,
in this busy life.
In a month or two, I got a job as well
but to you,
I never bothered to tell.

Through a box of junk my fingers ran
and I found
an old-fashioned Japanese fan
and with it a tiny key chain,
with your picture 
and your lovely name.


Only a decade later I could clear
the vague picture of a
lovely and darling peer.
I realized, I was a piece of earth 
before you came
and showed me what I was worth.

I was so selfish and so mean
to return your calls,
I was never keen.
I knew I wanted to write a letter
if not you,
it would make me feel better.

But just when I began to write,
something happened,
I thought never might.
It was a phone call from far east,
It was Yoshinaga Kami,
a name quite Japanese.....