Friends

Friends are caring

They care for you all the time

Friends will support you

When you need them the most

Friends are funny

They make you laugh

When you have tears

Friends are helpful

They are there with you

At every intersection of your life

Friends are the special people

U dream of

Friends are angel

Who lifts you up

When your wings forget to fly

Missing You Already

you are so cute and smart,

you amaze everyone with your witty answers.

you are so enegetic,

the home would be so quite without you.

i would miss talking to you at night,

and fighting with you on every little thing.

i realised you have grown up a lot,

wanting to experience life of your own.

you are no longer that small baby i took in my hands,

on that 31st cold december night.

i dont play games with you,

as i dont like those brainy games...

one thing would always remain a mystery to me,

you are so bubbly yet you enjoy sitting,

for long hours playing mindbogglers....

i ll be waiting for the saturday every month,

looking forward to spend time with you....

A Promise

we were there for the things we could not face alone...or the ones we didnt want to face at all...we had been best friends all most all our lives.. never been apart since grade 1st.
it has been a decade to the promise i made to my best friend.this story is just tribute to sarah,my best friend. she knew she was suffering but she said she would fight back her illness.
sarah and james were teenage sweethearts. when they completed 3 years of their relationship sarah made me promise her that if anything happens to her i ll have to stand by james and not let him do any thing stupid.
the first time we got separated was after our school finished and i had to move to a different state for my graduation.every year during our vaccations we used to spend the whole day with each other. at times we did used to take a break from each other,and i used to go with my other friends while she used to spend time with james. she was suffering from blood cancer and she knew she would not survive for much longer. before she died i received this letter from her.
"hey i hope you are fine.i have something to tell you, no actually a lot to tell you. i m on total bed rest now. the doctors have gave up my treatment. my cousin alice reads her story books for me on her holidays and in her spare time. but the rest of the day i spend my time sleeping. these days i get tired too easily. i also need support to walk around the house. i wish to meet you before i take off for my heavenly journey.missing you a lot,yours sarah"

within a few hours of recieving the letter i was at the airport, boarding a taxi for her home.she was sleeping when i reached.her mom told me that james had left few minutes ago and that she had just slept. i went into her room and sat by her. i just could not stop noticing how much she had changed. she looked so tired, there were dark circles around her eyes,her skin was pale and the nerves on her hand were visible and could be felt easily. i spent some half an hour watching her until she woke up. we talked to each other the whole night. at times i was crying but i was suprised to see her consoling me with a smile. she knew she was leaving and she was not regretting anything about it. she said that she had enjoyed her life as much she was given to enjoy with her close ones and she could not have asked for more. she reminded me of the promise once again.after 2 weeks she died in her sleep. i was lost in the world i had so much to share but the only person who knew me better than myself was no more in this world.
i had not met james until i went on her death ceremony. i looked around her house but i could not find that one guy sarah had been talking about all her life. suddenly i saw the open door of her room.as i stepped inside i saw this guy standing beside the window staring at the waves.
he turned to see me. he was exactly how sarah had described him. curly hair , a good height, fair complexion with hasel brown eyes. he was wearing the tshirt sarah once showed me before gifting it to him. i knew he was james, i felt like i knew him sinces ages. his eyes were moist with tears so were mine.the common thing between us was the pain of loosing her.he was holding a box in his hand. he stepped towards me as if he knew who i was. he handed over the box to me and i saw "friends forever" scribbled on it. i sat on the bed side as i opened the box. it had those hair clips i gifted on her 8th birthday, the marbles with which we used to play together, letters i sent her while we were away from each other, 15 friendship bands, one for every year, a drawing we made together and one picture of us. she had saved it all. james told me that she wanted me to keep it.
every year on her death anniversary i and james go to the cremitorium to keep some flowers on her grave. after spending an hour or two sitting there silently, lost in our own thoughts, we have coffee together and talk about each other's life. i miss her a lot.i made a few new friends after she left but no one could ever replace her. i m still keeping your promise sarah.

A little doll

when a girl is given a doll she looks after it as if its a child. she nourishes it,plays with it and takes care of the doll as if its everything to her.
someday when some other girl asks for the doll for some time just to play and promises to take care but rather breaks the doll's hand. the owner of the doll cries for it. as the doll is so dear to her she fixes the doll's hand with glue to make sure it does not breaks again. after this she never does the mistake of giving it to anyone later. when she presents the doll in front of some one,only she knows that the doll is broken and is somehow fixed with glue. only she knows the doll has a crack but still presents it at its best.
some how i feel later in life the owner is the same girl but the doll is replaced with her heart. she takes care of it and keeps it safe. if someday someone special asks her for her heart she happily gives it away to the person and trusting them that they wont break it. but the person rather breaks it into half, says sorry and leaves. it becomes the girl's responsibility of fixing her heart. she makes it strong and never lets anyone break it again. but the crack in her heart is still there.she heals it her way but the marks of the wounds remain.and whenever the girl goes in public she presents herself at her best only she knows about her broken heart and what she went through.

Mother's day

Mother’s day! Mother’s day

The day for mothers

Got up early at six

Fetched some flowers mix

Prepared a toast

Which turned black a sort

Then tried to make sunny side up

With a hot tea cup

Broke a cup

And mother sat up

Giving her the breakfast

Wished her a good morning

Mother’s day! Mothers day!

The day for mothers….