we still Whisper,
in the chaos of the world,
nobody can listen us,
and we want the same.
we became friends,
for it was a great listener,
and i was the opposite.
when i needed to ask,
the questions i had,
some people listened, some didn't.
I would've reacted the same,
if i were in their shoes, probably,
they are all hopeless, screwed-up,
and got their own problems,
forcing them not affording others'.
I used to scribble some lines,
and to leave them there unfinished,
the pages neither smirked nor did they were in rage.
Chasing the people wasn't my cup of tea,
and came to know this very lately,
it's not anyone's cup of tea actually.
Eventually the pages i left unfinished,
the pages I left unadorned, smiled at me,
they were silent but could hear me, efficiently,
I knew what I got, what it meant,
an extrovert got a friend, a tongue-tied friend,
a perfect friend, to be accurate,
who won't expose her, won't judge her,
most importantly, who'll always be hers only,
not to be shared with anyone else,
the one who'll always be there ; till eternity,
I had all the answers within myself,
it made me realise this, promptly; eventually,
And we are together since then, May be, For Ever.