Friend

Days without my best friend

Not necessary that everyone has a best-friend!

People might have been blessed with beautiful people that they call as friends, but having a best-friend with whom you share everything, the outside and inside of you, and you when you don’t think to say ‘Yes, we are here for eternity’ is rare. There are people who think different, just like a thought, many heads, many minds, many minds and many thoughts.

Having a best-friend means you give all of yours to the same. You laugh, you cry, you fight, you misunderstand and then eventually you smile because you know that this friend of yours, no matter what, is there with you till the end and above. This friend has seen you in your best to the worst times smiling with you or crying with you.

Best friends just don’t tag themselves with this but they also mean it.

How could one’s life be without a best-friend? Miserable or pathetic or else empty? Trust me, I tell you its worst, it’s worthless or in better terms your life turns out to be lifeless! Can you imagine to live your life without your soul? I tried, and let me mention I failed. Yes, I failed! And, perhaps it was obvious and I must be a dumb who thought could make it somehow. My best-friend is my sister, my mother, my counselor, my partner, my caretaker, my confidant, let me make it simple, she’s my soul. A body might exist without a soul but in a form of a zombie, so lifeless, so empty! So what am I without my soul that is my best friend? A zombie.

I literally died 3 days without my best friend.

I want to say her something, I want to talk with her, okay!! I type it and then I realize that I can’t actually send it. I travel, I miss her, I eat, I miss her, I shop, I miss her, I laugh, I miss her, I cry, I miss her. I miss her in every single breath I take!

Now do you think it’s easy? Not a bit. It would drive me crazy, make me insane crying out loud and then I think I shouldn’t be crying because, she wouldn’t help me out. So helpless that you end up pitying yourself. I had to deal it on my own. I had to understand, I had to be practical. I am paying what i have done!  

How to love a girl who can’t love herself.

one.

When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.

two.

On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.

three.

Don’t let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says “I think I’m broken” smile like you
know a secret and say, “No, you’re mending.”
But do not be the one to fix her – no, she
must be the one to do it herself, and you
merely are there to quietly encourage her.

four.

Read her poetry (even if you are
not a poet), the kind that uses
flowery words and compares girls to
the moon; the kind that you will
rewrite for her. Make her a warrior.
Make her a goddess with eyes like a
wolf’s and a smile like a tiger’s.

five.

Laugh with her the first thing in
the morning and the last thing before
you fall asleep. Tell her cheap puns
that you’ve been thinking of for weeks.
And when she smiles – the type of smile
that could bring you to your knees if
you aren’t careful – know that for the
moment, she’s yours. She is whole.

six.

Love her. Love her like a fish loves
the sea or a bird loves the sky. Love
her in the way that your heart feels like
it’s going to burst at any moment every
time it beats. Love her skin and the way
it feels against your own, soft and warm
and utterly flawless. Love her for the way
her voice trembles when she can’t keep it
together anymore and love her when she
holds onto you as if you were the only
thing that was keeping her alive.

seven.

Love her, because some days she just can’t do it herself.

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Hearts

Hearts

Hearts are canvases
Strangers will paint

I thought I’d base this one off how people tend to shape who we are and can change us at any given time depending on their actions, but also while remembering that the people we’re so close to and changed us were once strangers too.

One Day

One day I’ll make history. 
One day I’ll prove to everyone that I am the best. 
One day everyone will know my name. 
One day everyone will want to be my friend.

-Mkalyan

I can’t believe how…old and kind of bad my old poems were. But yeah, here’s another one from like several years ago, based on true events.

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The path of life

we all seem to walk down the path of life
some moving faster
than some of us might
some make a wrong turn
as the rest takes the right
some speed to be first
as some take it slow
we will all make it their
all in good time
so lets take it slow and walk down this path and enjoy the happy path of life

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Up’s and Down’s

If someone is having issues, don’t pester about it because you’ll most likely make the situation worse. If they’re willing to tell you, hear them out; however, if they wish to keep it to themselves, give them space until they feel ready to speak to you about their problems… until then let them know you’re there when life has its ups and downs.

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-Mkalyan

You, yes you, you should write that stuff down… It may save your ass one day.