I was lost in the melody of friendship .
But suddenly we were distanced .
A physical distance but not an emotional one , it seemed .
But the distance was scary ,
It unfolded the ugly side of us,
Us being friends
It was merely me being a book called 101 ways to solve my issue .
I was this book .
Which you barely ever touched when not in need.
A book, that was not felt worthy of being touched when problems vanished.
But , yes this is the fate of such book.
Such book which is made to serve .
Made to serve and not to love .
That book has turned Pale and yellow
dusty and ugly ,
So that there's no another desperate reader of it .
Desperation not of reading but desperation of finding solutions .

© ---AFNAN SIDDIQUE .