Dictionaries are books of revelation.
You never knew what words really meant
You took them for granted
You had always thought so
You thought that’s what people meant
Until told otherwise by the dictionary.
Shall we look up the word, ‘friend’?
The word, in my hitherto life I have used
I assumed it meant what I thought I felt
For certain individuals I liked more than others.
Certain individuals who were in my thoughts
More often than not.
Those for whom I felt affection
Those for whom I ached
For whom I would relegate my personal priorities
From whom I wanted respect, love and care
To whom I could say anything (mostly) I wanted
With whom I could be what I wanted ( I thought) to be.
Memories of camaraderie, of shared moments of life
Your happiness mine
Your sorrows mine -
Yet, dismaying – I realise I, have to be there
Separable from you -
Always, there are you and I...
Disheartening - that I, am there
In everything I think of you...
The I with you, my friend, you see
Is the friend that you want me to be
Not me, not me, not me in my entirety.
The bottom line, my friend,
Is never to take each other for granted,
Though, in moments rare, be grateful -
Nothing more, but be grateful
That we are there in our times of need
Or even, just that we are there...
Just like the dictionaries
When you grope for the meaning
Not of words, but of life...
*************** Balachandran, Trivandrum 03.03.2009