THE FRIEND

I fell and my lips almost kissed the ground

I sat down to cry over it.

You wiped my tears and the mud off the wound

While I kept staring at it.

Up we stood and the hug you gave

Until you felt my heart beat fine.

We walked back home holding hands,

You cleaned my wound spic and span.

Those moments will forever remain

Renewed and alive drawing the curve on my face

Though ages later we might not find time

For these are just, in my life, one particular phase.

You were, are and will always be

To make me smile and laugh out loud

Never countenancing even a moment of grief to peep

The only friend being tied in a blissful bond.

THE LEFT ALONE

I cannot be what I am not

For it is being deceitful.

I would end up in a greater mess

Than being left alone.

I refrain from adjustment

I refrain from manipulation

I believe in confrontation

And that’s why I am left alone.

It hurts with no companion

Yet I am at peace.

Sooner or later I will be on my way

No grief for being left alone.

I stand out from the rest

And for once realized I am the uninvited.

Aloud spoke the voice from within

"Cheer up buddy, I am there."

While most have the whole world with them

I have myself to hold me tight.

Surrounded and wanted by others all the while

While in real they are left alone!!!

Desire of a twenty-seven year old!!!

Words with one meaning

Life with one path

Friends many to be around with,

Yet, just one special companion.

The simple depict of life,

As it seems to a three year old.

That alone serves the purpose

Of leading a joyous life.

Fear of being dejected at times

Unaware of the consequences

We give in to temptations and

That clouds everything ahead from sight.

Schooling, college life & professional career,

Leaves no room for family and friends.

Crushed amidst manipulative environment

Lost is the innocence and freedom of being real.

Tired we return home

Yet busy with cellphones.

Machines are cuddled

Leaving disregarded the very humanoid.

There is no greed

Nor selfish intention.

A sincere desire of a twenty-seven year old

To live the life of a three year old.

Funny Companion

Dark chocolate complexion

Blunt nose, staring eyes.

Half-white coloured teeth

Yet his smile is so sweet.

“Mr. Bean” he calls himself

And writes – Milk to wine,

Endlessly I cheat myself

Listening to this bro of mine.

Happy to have one more bro,

Though never wished for it.

Keeps cawing like a crow

All way long until I insist – This is it!

He then smiles and winks at me

Acknowledging my stare.

Again we begin, just him and me

Yapping while people snore.

Clean in deeds and at heart,

Spreads smiles all along,

Will miss you a lot, tiny trot,

If we stay miles away for long!!!

This girl whom I met in class

No stream can flow so smooth,

No blow of wind so fast, swiftness she has,

This girl whom I met in class.

So bustling is her looks,

The eyes have a twinkle and they gaze so sharp, unswerving she is,

This girl whom I met in class.

So shrill it sounds her tone,

The pitch has all the command, stern she is,

This girl whom I met in class.

Perfection shall fall small a word

For her work so spick and span, so amazing she is

This girl whom I met in class.

As fast as a cheetah

As elegant & confident as a tiger is

This girl whom I met in class.

We learnt each other

As days passed further,

All smiles, clear thoughts,

A star like twinkles she,

I find her warm & calm

When I share my thoughts and she holds my palm.

She has indeed become, one

Pal in any need or none,

This girl whom I met in class.