Eccentrisive

[theworldbehindtheunknown]

THE PHONE CALL

The phone rings, a number not known I pick up, and I hear a familiar, comforting voice I can't put a name nor a face to the voice So I fumble my way through the conversation With a smile so wide that I don't know why.

4 years is a lot of time, things have changed but some things will always remain the same. Your sense of humour and the way you joke about things, your enigmatic soul and how steadfast your heart is.

That phone call rekindled an old relationship A friendship, stored in the corridors of my mind That had taken the backseat 4 years ago When life took us by storm and left us wanting more

4 years went by so fast, now you are an army boy I was so proud that I could hardly stop smiling That day I learned, how a single phone call could make me smile, It was just a call you say and I say it was so much more.

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IN THE END

It doesn't have to end the idea of it ending though opens up new avenues like the bus ride we took to have that last meal only for you to bid farewell and for me to watch you leave but I also know that if you didn't go some conversations would have never left the chat and they would turn into one of the thousand lies we tell, just to validate each other. therefore I am not grateful for the end but I am glad for it, after all it is only in the end I know how much you meant to me and how much I meant to you

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WHO KILLED THE POET IN ME

I used to write. not anymore, maybe because i dont think as much or maybe because I dont feel as much or maybe its a bit of both.

They often say writing is your way of perceiving the world and all that rings is maybe the world is too shallow to be perceived I say the world killed the poet in me

Then i think maybe the world was never too shallow maybe I just didn't look deep enough you see white clouds on a blue sky and I see the same if only I could see a blue sky first and then the white clouds

You see fun in the last page of your notebook as you scribble your time away I see memories, memories of how I don't remember how the class was but how that last page helped me get through that boring class

You see, the world didn't kill the poet in me I did, because I chose to look at the world no differently from the person standing next to me or rather I chose to not look at the world at all.

[theworldbehindtheunknown]

How close you are depends on how much effort you put when there's distance between the both of you.

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Book called Friendship

Don't be sad this chapter is over won't you move forward boldly and add to your book called friendship

I'll relive the good times in my head and re read the old times from time to time Every chapter has its end Just because it has an end doesn't mean it wasn't beautiful Pick up the book called friendship and hold it close to your heart because what happened might be over but what you felt will last a lifetime

PS:

The poem I wrote for my friend before I left for college, just felt like posting it here

[theworldbehindtheunknown]

LIE

when you lie to cover the truth but you end up saying the truth anyway how can I be mad at you? should I be mad at the fact that you lied or happy that you told the truth?

I dont blame you for your circumstance nor your desire to keep it to yourself afterall there are somethings that are better in our heads than they would ever be aloud

I am not mad at you, I could never be maybe if you let me keep that lie then I would have believed it all my life never knowing what was real and what was not but now that things are different I can say for sure I could not hate you for a lie I rather have you not confide in me than you having to lie

Despite it all, if you never lied I wouldn't know how much to trust you and only because you have said the truth I can tell now with certainty that rest assured, without a doubt I can trust you more than I did before you told the truth.

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Random Tuesday

I met this guy on a random tuesday evening after class and his best friend both of them aloof but observant That was just the beginning of something that I would end up cherishing in the long run

long calls and long talks most of them just them annoying me but the important ones are them caring about me How I would have never guessed on that random Tuesday that behind that aloof person was a personality exploding with bright colours and an experience that was tainted with a bit of grey

That random Tuesday is the day I made two friends who mean so much to me that I wish I could mean something to them.

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once a week

I wait for that day of the week when you make time for me and I make time for you where conversation fill up my heart and thoughts fill up my mind where we add to our memories

The once a week meet-ups is what adds a little bit of you in my life and where I see a little bit of who I was and what I was.

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I don't want to remember because to remember is to be in pain

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How much do you need to know a person, before they tell you who they think they are or what made them what they are?

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The reason that some relationships end is because the person you met at the beginning of the relationship isn't the same person your ending it with. They are two different people.

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Silence

I enjoy the silence, in the company of another, not a word, maybe just the hum of soothing strings. Souls transcending the walls we have tried so hard to build. In between the blissful silence and the words spoken we travel beyond the seen and touch what's hidden beneath.

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Change

You think everything around you has changed but you don't see maybe it is you that is being changed, maybe its you that is changing.

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We all have a giant hour glass running somewhere in the background, maybe it's best that we don't see how much sand has fallen and how much sand is left

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Forever is a mere delusion that feeds on hope and what is hope? But a lie that keeps us going

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worth

If I take the effort to keep in touch, will you be worth that effort 

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REMEMBER

should I be happy you remembered or be sad that it took you so long to remember?