Monday, April 20, 2009
To Mentos, with love
This is for Mentos , Arafat Rashid: My best friend since childhood... your friend till elephants grow suitcases instead of trunks. Lots of love, Orbit- Zothanpuii Varte (And the poem is in Green.. coz green somehow just reminds me of you. and you were in Condors :D )
To mentos, With Love :)
I was in grade five then
Christmas a few weeks away.
The next day would be our last day at dorms,
Before we went home for our vacations.
If you looked out of the window,
A white Christmas seemed to be far away.
Children outside were playing tag
Or just sitting out in the cold.
Inside it was warm,
Near the fireplace were my roommates
Singing Christmas carols at the top of their voices.
Near the window were the presents,
Carefully wrapped by the “angels” for their “mortals.”
At the centre was my best friend
Playing carom board with the guys.
He looked at me and passed a big smile.
A smile I’ll never forget.
A smile I haven’t forgotten.
Arafat wasn’t very healthy,
So his parents thought that he might do well in England.
He was leaving Woodstock.
He was leaving me.
Then, it hit me real hard
That it was our last Christmas together.
He would never be there to irritate me,
He’d never be there to hang out with me.
He was going away, to a far off place,
To think of it, broke my heart.
Would he still be my best friend?
Would he still be my partner in mischief?
Would he remember me at all?
I was hypnotized with these questions
Ringing loudly in my mind.
Maybe he read it on my face
And that’s when he came and tickled me.
Putting my questions away,
For the last time, we laughed like there was no tomorrow.
No wonder they say, “Partings are heartbreaks no one can heal”
Because even though it’s been several years since that Christmas,
It still hurts that he left.
woke up @09:42
