My friend died and I’m left as solitary……….
As, I opened the rustling,rusty gate of that barren
I felt my grave is waiting for me.
I’m standing on my friend’s grave and shedding tears.
Those ever green memories like spring are still alive,
How we use to play on seashores?How we use to play knock,knock Ginger as prank?
We use to jest,tickle,sizzle and hike each ecstasy.
You left me as solitude and this world is coming to trample me.
The war between death and my life is still going
but now I think to surrender as you left.
You were my power and strength as pith and marrow
I realised that you are really gone.
Now, these sorrows like catastrophe are on my shoulder,
Ah! so heavy I can’t hold them alone.
I wish the flood from my eyes can turn you alive.Promise………
I won’t eat your ice-cream,I won’t pretend to pay to street hawkers,
I won’t mock at you,I will never say no to sleepover.
I’ll do as you will direct for God’s sake dear, please don’t turn deaf ears to me.
Now,in my world wind is not having directions,
Sea is not thrilled and it don’t pounds on shores as it use to do.
Birds don’t twitter,sky stopped to cry as it’s tears were boon.
Nights are now depressed and restless,moon denies to glisten and gleam.
You took my sigh of relief and when I breath,
I feel pricks in my throat and gravel in my voice.
You are dead and me too,
the only difference is that you are taking rest under the earth
and I’m living on the earth as alive corpse.
I pray that I should be soon in rest in peace.
I’m sure that for my deeds I’ll be in hell and I assure you that
I’ll be at your heaven’s door for playing devil and angel pursue.
Sorry …and you did a good poem here 
So sad 
i hope it wasnt really a death of a friend that motivated this
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