Friends are like memories Some good… some bad Some sweet… some mad True you can choose them But it’s they who decide…. to stay or leave Friendships are like cyclic process You meet …you mingle You treat…you part No one is permanent No one is life long They keep coming and going Some come for a season Some come with a reason Remember…they are like memories In fact …with time, friends become memories You evolve… Your thought evolve… Your memories evolve Bad may become good Good may be become bad…. Seasons do change…reasons may differ Remember… Friends are friends forever Friends remain in memories forever For Poets United Poetry Pantry #293
How long could you hold How much you could bear Tiny heart fumbles and tumbles Sometimes elevates…Sometimes shrinks But you see…it sustains…. it goes ahead strong True… the disc space is more in mind But still…we can’t convert all the feel into thoughts The thoughts of logic and reason You know… feel only can happen in heart Heart is the only place where love persists Heart relays only on feel... Holding all the unanswered questions As a bunch of fruitful felt momentous moments Heart takes the leap in to the territories of love That is beyond the boundaries of thought! For Poets United Poetry Pantry #298
I recollect those good olden days The days of picnic from school to zoo park All the excitement starts from that date Declaring picnic on the 3rd Saturday of November month All friends sit and discuss...what to wear The dress, the color, the ribbons, the shoes The lunch box, the snacks, the water bottle Everything being discussed with all the excitement The picnic day....so special No classes ...no lessons No prayers.... no ringing bells Seniors...juniors...teachers All into one bus..all into one world Entering the zoo park...holding hands of your best buddy Walking in the queue...looking into the enclosures No mobiles then....no selfies... Yet capturing all those moments in to this tiny brain Alas those golden days ... with young free minds In the free air... in the world free of fears Nothing like picnics during school days In the company of dear friends With the beauty of innocent thoughts So refreshing....s...
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