An ode to an old friend

for Sonal..

Somethings never grow old,
The stupid things, the silly things,
The things which make me hide my face in a blanket.
Playing tricks to get a bench behind you,
Pulling your pony to irritate you,
Gaze at you and stare away when you look back,
Pretend not having a tiffin to borrow your snack,
Wait till the end of the annual day to see you dance,
Scratch my head like a baboon to find a chance,
To speak to you, or just say "hello, can I borrow that book?"
But your friend would not want you to talk,
So she would get you engrossed, in something pointless just to block
Every conversation that i gathered guts to ever start.
Then all I could do was try to befriend her too,
So as to keep her away from getting stupid things for you.
I think it worked!
And then there's a thing that I'll still remember when I'm eighty.
One day I was sitting and making drawings ,
When some crazy brain cell reacted inside me,
And i wrote your name on every thing that I had, around me,
And then somewhere on my thigh, I apologize, I'm really sorry,
I was just a kid and the brain cell is at a fault.
Next day your name went into my diary with a few other things,
Both of which, mom got to know about,
She laughed and teased but dad shouted out loud.
Now i think about it and try not to think of it too,
Coz it makes me feel so foolish, so i just write an ode,
To you, my dear friend,
To all the things which make me hide my face in a blanket,
To the stupid things, the silly things,
Things that will never grow old for me.
And let me tell you,
You are still the same,
Just as beautiful as you were,
And just as innocent.
Still the apple of my eye.
Everything about you is just right
Please dont change a bit, not even a slight
But do change your phone so that i can text you at times
Not having to think if it'll reach you or it just might.
May an angel dwell upon your cheeks
And pull a smile forever
Salutes and a lot of warmth.

-Rishabh

Merry Mind

The flake of snow on this twig of grass

Reminds me of a little young boy

He would sneak into fridge & stick his head in

And the cool air would soothe his merry mind

The deep blue valley takes me back

To the third storey

From the window of which he would

Watch the birds fluttering

And below, people rushing by

But it’s been long since the time I met him

He sure does stay within

Within the dark abyss of my mind

He can’t feel the joy of little moments anymore

Nor would he smile when I play a tune

They leave him hollow from inside, the memories of her

On a crucifix they nail him every single day

But their strength won’t crush his bones

And their hammers wont hurt him anymore

Coz the soul oozes out from the slit in his heart

The wound she left behind

It soars up in the light of an angelic voice

Leaving me hollow from inside

And here I sit, on this rock

On the edge of it

Thinking what am I without him

Without the merry mind

So I look down, breathe a gush of breeze

And leave along with him.

Get Over It

Can you bite a hand that feeds
And watch it as it bleeds
Can you break a bond of trust
And walk away with guilt

How long will it take
While you put your heart at stake
For a love he seemed to fake
Let your emotions flee

My words dont need to rhyme
Its small smilling design, to show
That its just a matter of time
Let yourself free..

The girl in yellow sand

To Mishti...

I could see her face
her eyes were green
she was sitting there
sitting and staring
looking at the waves
they touched her feet
oh what a girl she was
could I hold her hand?
would she have shone on me?
the girl in yellow sand
oh what a girl she she was
I should have held her hand
would she have been my love
the girl in yellow sand.

'twas a sunny noon
where I had been
I was sitting there
sitting and staring
looking at the waves
they touched my feet
what a sight it was
she had been looking at
oh what a girl she was
the one in yellow sand
I think of her
and all she things she had
in her beautiful mind
the girl in yellow sand.

Random Writing

paint the dark in white,
a night in city light,
climb in, see the sight,
life drifting on a speedy flight...

Time

Everynight,
It starts with an evening,
As every morning gets spent,
Its all just a game of time,
Which flies by like a bird,
But the game, it never ends.

Learning Forever

I learnt to swim in a well,
But wen i got my strokes rite,
It stretched into a sea,
The more I learnt the lesser I knew,
I'll keep learning till I die.

In every moment there's a lesson I learn,
But that doesn't make me wiser everyday,
For today a lesson may teach me to rant,
Tomorrow it'll teach diplomacy .
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