Friendship


With him I shared my tennis racket,

My joy and sorrows and my leather jacket

He was the one I found standing ground

When there was no one around

He met she and I was told

They were precious to me, more than gold!

And then I saw them fall apart,

His punching bag and his speaking tree

His last air-bender that was me

I lied; I tried and played old pranks

I dated beauties and I dated cranks

There was someone to advice

Always around to help me rise

For all I know, he would never read

But he kept his wisdom by the bead

Between us was this stronger thread

Born apart, together bred

Before we knew it, came the days

We had to pick our different ways

I hoped and prayed that our paths would cross

We were hung on a bit of floss

…and it all seemed to end

Years later he emerged,

Looking different was the trend

I looked through him and saw his heart

And yet still, he was my friend

–              By Abhinandan Chatterjee

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Life


I don’t see the end is near

Close up shots of my fear

Put in words, but not so clear

And I wonder, why should I rise…

 

Divine riots in my head

Bloody fights for a piece of bread

Books on wisdom never read

A dog-eat-dog world ahead…

 

An aching heart with thoughts amiss

Love is out to take a piss

Serpents whine with a louder hiss

all I need is a caring kiss…

 

Happiness is just so scarce

Save as much for life’s stare

Sad are stories with no end

Dark and gloomy – now a trend…

 

And just then I see the sun

out of darkness, on the run

though it knows its life in hours

Shines upright with a blazing gun…

 

you should be the best you see

so what? If the darkness falls

only then will you feel the light

if you walk through the darker walls…

 

If i were the sun, i feel

ill be thinking why to rise?

 

The night will come as the end is near

I could choose to live in fear

‘To live now is the ‘present’

and with death comes no prize’

With this thought I am clear.