Light-years
then, we were old friends
sitting
on the last bench
Making
paerboats and making paperplanes
gazing
outside waiting …
waiting
for the class period to end.
Old
friends, school friend’s many years then
exchanged
tiffin boxes, pencils and time spend.
Exchanged
our deepest secrets, love and fear
Of parents,
of Teachers and of bullying friends.
We had
all the fun and frolic together
playing
hidenSeek on terrace,
in the
school playground and bus stand.
Growing
with every passing years, growing mush
and beard
strand ,we were oblivious, of time
we
grew mentally watching
“A” ratedMovies and hearing rock bands.
Time
and again, I recall those time now
when we are old, of our old friends.
On
hearing the hustling vehicles
walking
on the roads bend I recall,
I recall
those time bygone of
my
summer holiday companion and Christmas holiday friend.
Lost
in our latptops and lost in the sound of key strokes
that type
emails to our bosses and press “Send”,
I reminisce
that when we are older, draped in
winter
coats, do we need a photograph to
recall
the innocence we shared with our friend ?
