memories

This poem is for Meenakshi and Bhavin with whom i shared this amazing trip. with a flashback of old times to the last few days adding to the list of memories, this was my ode to our friendship. it may not make sense to anyone other than the few of us who know all the inside jokes but its part of our relationships history and thats why it needed to be put here!



so used to we are
of freinds going astray
used to we got
of keeping people at bay
but friendship we craved
true and free of pretense
so together me and meenakshi
left for leicester
not holding back for logic or sense

on the way to meet Bhavin
Who's been with us through it all
helping us stand
whenever we were close to fall

seeing him from a distance
we ran towards the love
we knew we'll give and get
and that's why we met

over jokes and remebrance
we glowed in the warmth
old jokes and new ones
emotions ran high as we talked
from Mc donald's to shopping
we drifted through it all

back to work it was for Bhavin
to change in circumstances we had to bow
but time flew and together we were again
holding our cups of coffee
the steam coming from our ears
we talked and bitched about the changes in times
comparing it to the past
the topics were so vast
clicking pictures of time we could not control
hoping with our delay
these fleeting moments we could hold

for food we left, pregnant it seems meenakshi was
with Bhavin and his wives
and me with my flower
giggling about nothing and yet laughter came with ease
Makadman and splats
we needed ice cream indeed!

but time ran and so did we
as the reception threatened to close
but between huffs and puffs and meenakshis screams
we reached the hotel of doom

scared we begged makadman for his company
which ended in a mutiny
pilllos were torn, vases threatened to break
meenakshis cold was raging
secrets unfolding
and morning came only too soon

another day of fun
of we went to meet bhavin
where beakfast waited and then some

met the parents of makadman
standing tall and proud
towering was Mr. Bhavin
the youngest of us all!
but shopping was our goal
so we left for madeley road
and found the beautiful attire
meenakshi couldnt wait to adorn
money was spent like watre
bank accounts under attack

and again it was time for food
where the bhajiya platter became the 'group'
names and comments flew
and with it all
it was timme to pay our dues
good times we had in plenty
but they had to end aas!
so towards the coach station
we started the dreaded wak
and waited to bid farewell
home beckoned at last

and we waited and waited
until we wanted to leave and fast!

the delay was over, we boarded the coach
with another meeting soon, in the future, we hoped
threatening to kidnap our deal elongated friend
but something's in life we just cannot bend
so we took the memories and left the laughter
hoping it comes follwing us, soon after!