You left without as much as an Adieu,
No goodbyes,
With tears that were only mine….

A stolen day, A muted me,
Numbed by pain,
A feeling of loss,
I don’t know what.
Jarring Music to shut off the world around,
A matching stride to fool myself.
Too many things to do,
So many sights to see,
Life is a joy,
Then why does it feel like a staged performance?

A long long time back a friend messaged me saying, Time has a way of changing things but not the joy in wishing a friend like you... And this message stayed on - in my memory and on phone as well. I must have changed my sim card atleast half a dozen times and deleted a zillion messages to make room for new ones, but this one stayed on for some obscure reason.
And as of a few months back this said person and me are no more friends. Time really has a way of changing things.

P.S.: Are few things fated to occur? Does life leave us hidden clues that only time can unravel for us? Are we reading in between lines where there is no need to? Are there really para-devthas who say thathaasthu at random and god forbid you have an unpleasant wish/thought right then?