Tasneem Kagalwalla @ Personal Soul-utions: friendship

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

I am a friend. Have been, since then.

Even when… Time and again.

My question then – why am I, an only when?

A now and then. Just a quick ten. Listen – let me vent.

I need some Love n Zen.

I am friend. I prioritize. You. At odd hours n otherwise.

When you’re demoralized. With life pressurized.

Or just need some attention – full size.

Why not then; is this relationship likewise?

Your share – king-sized. Mine bite-sized.

I am a friend. True. Behind your back, you I defend.

Unheard. Here I remain. Expended; at my tail end.

Hoping, my intend you comprehend.

I’m not a loose end! You think of, at the fag-end.

I recommend. You pay heed. Let’s amend.

Treat me like a Godsend.

I am a friend.

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Yesterday I spoke to an old friend.

After a long time. For a very long time.

From the - remember when’s to the - up until now.

Chatty and loud one minute; quiet and comfortable the next.

I hung up feeling full. Satiated. Satisfied.

Like when you’ve eaten too much of your favorite ice cream. Chocolate. Or cake.

I woke up feeling happy. Smiling. Special.

Like when you realize everything is good in moderation; but love and friendship.

That, you can never have too much of -

You can never have too much of love and friendship.

Tasneem Kagalwalla @ Personal Soul-utions