Ruins of Friendship

To- Friend/friends

I pay a visit, a cheap one,

To the ruins of friendship

I fare my fingers and grope every corner,

Find vessels of memories- good and bad,

All those betrayers,

All those traitors

And all those buddies I had

The star in the shadows in the cricket pitches,

The football goalie stood alone,

Keeper of goals, without any,

A silent boy with a face of stone

I find a list, a dirty one,

Of all the nicknames we had,

For each other, for the teachers, for almost everyone- lass or lad

I find our faces as we stood outside the principal's room, and those smirking faces after his scolding!

I find all the expertise of whispering and sign language as the clocks ticked in the exam halls

I also find crumbled papers, weapons of war, messenger of love, missiles to land on unsuspecting heads!

So few words I had, even lesser expressions, I'm surprised I had friends! But now I speak sweet with my past bullies, as friendships fade and friends scatter

I leave, a lonely one,

From the ruins of friendship!

~Ajay

A/N- after the tenth standard, all my friends scatter to different places, written on that