A drive Nishant Gangblogging, Poem, Poet, poetry, Sad, Smile, thoughtsLeave a comment I booked a cab to my friend’s place, So I could meet him before he leaves. And while the cabbie drove the chase, I was watching the passing streets. Memories from the past rushed through my mind, A pinch of sadness present with a touch of smile, I realised at times like this we become kind, It was A Drive which lasted for a while. I looked outside to witness a story, Unbound by time and hidden to all. A story of us, our friendship, our glory, Never letting the other take a fall. I saw the first time we shook hands, And that evening when we took a walk. I saw those trips to the distant lands, And those late night sessions of GOT and Sherlock. I was reminded of those ups and downs, That came left and right in our way. And I still hear those jamming sounds, Words can only be heard but cannot say. The car just pulled over and it’s a busy street, Time for me to pay and get down. Story to be continued till we again meet, Hey Idiot! I’ll see you around. Share this:TwitterFacebookWhatsAppTumblrPinterestLinkedInRedditTelegramLike this:Like Loading... Related