Evrybody needs frens
People whom I cn communicate wif
But who cn I concder as frens?
Frens whom I spend tme at da stall???
Frens whom I work wif???
Frens whom I hang out wif??
Skul frens/my childhood frens??
There is no prejudice.. no different.. n no competition
Until 1 day when I open up my eyes n relies that
The world is not as it seems..
I hv somethgs in common
It does not matter if we don’t agree on things, if we don’t know each other
I hv to accept da risk as frenship is 1 journey
Which is full of uncertainties..
I cont. da journey in my own search for frens n companies
to fill da emptiness w/o realizing that they r right in front of me
Waitg for we find each other
Only time cn tell da direction of a frenship
Like written in letters from frens near n far
I move from one place to another bring along sweet memories
N hopes which I want to share
Like a speak of dust blowing in da wind..
I search for certainties n direction for my future
Whether I like it @ not I hv to make own choice
N face all the obstacles in continuing dis inevitable journey
A journey which will take me to a new place n which will take me home..
Restricted, controlled n trapped
I look for ways to escape from da crisis n problems which follow me
Wherever I go..
In da end, space makes me careless n forgetful
Forcing me to think, burden me n free me, suffocate n stifle me..
Smtimes I forgt that I should not talk just for da same of talkg
I should not listen jus for da sake of listening..
But I’m actually looking for a solution
Looking for a compromise
I express myself, my feelings, my wishes to be understood..
I need sumbody to understand my troubles
So I keep on searching wif high hope
The person whom I have lost..
w/o realizing it, I actually found someone to fill da emptiness
n sumone whom I cn confide in..
when my world breaks down
I learn to pick myself up
I eat drink n waste our tme as I normally do
w/o relising that things r changing around me..
whatever I do, I must do properly
if I want to make a good drink; sugar, water n milk must be added accordingly
when I want to prepare a dish, I must hv all da ingredients
I must know how to control da fire n da ingredients must be accurate
not more not less, so that it turns into a delicious meal
as evry mistake I make cn affect a lot of things
its da same thing in a relationship
everything must be in order
there must be desire n wish then da relationship will work
n in a friendship there must be compatibility n sincerity
then the friendship will last
n in getting to know each other
there must be patience n understanding…
finally when I meet n get to know each other
when I was going in da same direction
only time cn determine the flow of our friendship…
waiting w/o an end to the point
where we keep asking ourselves ‘when?’ or ‘till when?’
but no matter how tedious n tiring it is to wait
I’m forced to
it is like an occupation
or a field that returns no profit
but sumtimes the wait is worth the while
when my frens r by my side…
we are born as I or ME
but I spend out time looking for frens, mates, for my gang
looking for frens who I cn relate to
looking for my soul amtes
looking for ‘me’ to be ‘us’…
when everything is out of our control
what can I do?
Other than to wait n to hope
What cn I do?
Just wait n watch..
When I realize that da world I build is either fragile
Or is breaking down
I try as much as I can to stay strong
As that is da only thing which I cn do…
I know the journey to make us grow up
Is not an easy one
The relationship is getting more difficult
The body which work hard is getting very tired
The heart which, I hope will soften, hardened even more
N da loneliness in my heart makes me want to achieve happiness n perfection
I was aware n know
That I must be brave to free myself
Brave enough to forget my previous memories
N to look for serenity
But I have to go through my life 1 step at a time
N face da burden that come my way
I can only prepare myself n wait for da opportunities n
Seize back what I have lost …........
Luahan by??
Husnamohamed..881007015938
20jan09,0833pm..
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