To a friend...

Sometimes he is a child

innocence personified

at times quite unlike one

maturity embodied.



His spirits are bouyant and his acts alive,

reminding me of ol times

spent in bliss,

His talks pacify and his being's placid,

of future I can fantasize,

with dreams in tranquil.



His smile's genuine, his words honest,

his walk's classic and looks convinced,



but



He's naive at heart, clear in goals

as any diamond would be.



Met as a friend,

vanished less than a foe,

his company soothed

his care salved...



for, those times he was present

remain unparallel

to any friend met in ages.



To him I could connect

and lose myself,

in the identity he created,

in the factor of 'us'

that he always protected...



But calm seas are seldom liked,

sounds of waves, often loved,

sudden cyclones disrupt peace,



...its the law of nature

and again silence reaps.



'It's a cycle...' they say

for silence is often followed by waves.



Waves they begin

and slowly take off,

killing the deadly silence,

that almost raked me face-off!



...and now he's gone

can't get back,

for it's Freud's mind they say

gone for once, its not to be seen ever again.