Four Way

After a second sip of nûn chai

I looked at the bag 

full of letters, a beautiful memories of my friend

Still wondering what's written inside those brown postcards.

One thought was asking to tear all those sealed envelope to read 

Another thought was to stop; to preserve unheard Melodies to his unknown person

Heart cries in his memories

Those beautiful rainy days and dirty white shoes.

Blood pressuring agony 

Head bursting in regret

I should have stopped him going away

To those peaks where only you can go but never come back

Cup of tea tremble in my hand 

As i opened the bag

the first letter was addressed to his brother!

As i remember he had none

So,to whom he has written it?

Knowingly it is very wrong to read

My heart couldn't stop 

As i started reading, dear brother I am writing it to you.

Remembering you when we met for the first time at fourway waiting for the school bus eighteen years ago.

There was no brother but me

All the letters were addressed to none but me

Everyday, every moment of his life were mentioned into it.

His disease, his battle for life and his departure.

All the letters were delivered to 

right address

Sixth Street exact five minutes away

from the four way.