Friendship

3 idiots, Harry Potter series, The Hangover, The three musketeers and many more. List can go on for a long time but I think you get the gist.

There is something about a trio. I too am a part of one such trio. Currently stationed far from each other and barely finding time to talk we all know the bond we have and the friendship we share… It’s immune to the decay of time

But why 3?!?

Because while 2 may be playing see-saw, the third one will always ensure that the to and fro continues in the group. Each keeps lifting the other.

The Trio

Three equally stupid but nice people,

From random parts of the world,

Fortunately crossed each other’s path.

What was complex became simple,

As the trio hurled,

Boarding different buses on the same path.

The Calm one is smart, short, and lazy,

But dependable and capable of wonders.

The loud one is confident and quite differently witty,

An army brat with techno thunders.

And the third one is I, your poet yet to prove,

Fortunate to have committed so many blunders.

One’s success motivates the rest,

One’s failure teaches best,

Learn from each other despite who writes the test,

Finding a good friend is the true contest.

On a small flight of about 2 hours,

I realised one simple silly fact.

This seemingly social society of ours,

Behaves such when there is nothing to distract.

A 2 hours tale…

So I sat next to this seemingly ordinary person,

Whose name is not important to this tale.

The flight took off as we acted to our version,

Unknown of the things that were about to unveil.

It took us a while to settle down and adjust,

There were no books, tv shows, or movies to trust,

Eventually the protocol came into effect,

Awkwardly two strangers decided a conversation is a must.

With no fear of coming across as boring,

No expectations or the necessity to impress,

We talked freely and kept on exploring,

And soon realised that both her and I were a mess.

Funnily we kept on talking for the entire duration,

Two travel freaks who wanted to travel cross nation,

And later as we deboarded at our destination,

It hit me. Chatting is nice but nicer is a good conversation.

Post flight

Stop chatting and start conversing.

 

It is said to have started with a big bang,

And so did the wheels of time.

Just like cosmic bodies we grow old,

And forget many who were once prime.

Life takes us to many places,

Ups and downs being the typical way.

While transversing the idiosyncratic story,

We let go of many without a say.

Old friend you are now lost,

Existing only in the initial pages.

Neither of us did anything wrong,

But we drifted with different stages.

Each one remembers the other,

Smiling with tears at memories of past.

Hope you are doing well,

Friend is one you just cannot recast.