In this busy street, there is that place somewhere
the rain is falling, making it hard to get there
and i have a phone with me and your number too
i want to make things right, i am not sure if i should call you
i’ve been thinking of all that happened and if any of that was necessary
have i gone too far on this one and will this ever mend with a simple apology
can this relationship still prevail after all that has happened
is something i wonder with hopes, now mostly abandoned
for the lyf of me, i want you back with your friendship, love and care
we have drifted so far that all these jewels i seek, do i even dare
and with what promises will i bind you this tym
would you still trust me, when what i’ve done is not less than crime
we should move on into friendship, while all we do is bridging gaps instead
this tapestry (of friendship) is torn, i have the needle, would you bring the thread
maybe i am not the type of person, in your lyf you’ll ever need
the kind of friendhip we have, makes me wonder, what kind of friend have i been
i know what i ask of you, is not easy for you to give
it is understanding i seek, give me a chance… a chance to make you believe
we both have our share of hurt & misunderstandings, separation from you feels like a curse
i used to believe tym would set things right, but it only made it worse
our relationship has been more of misunderstandings, slaps and tears
how about moving away from these into more of smiles n cheers
what we have had is a relationship of match and flint & hammer and nail
come and lets together add a candle to the flame & painting to the nail
Devesh ‘ the devilpoet ‘ Joshi
12th October 2011
