Creativity Continues

Yet another day in college and I have something new to post on my blog….I swear… if someday I get a booker award or so in poetry…the whole credit would go to our very efficient college teachers….this time the topic is not a very novel one… I don’t know when my blog will get saturated with the same kinda posts on friends….perhaps never….so ….

In my memory lane four years back,
I see myself as a stupid idiot ass.
No one to laugh and to cry with,
Living as if in life, there’s only me.

A 12th grade girl being too lax,
Let the people around show their backs.
Let them be angry or don’t talk to me,
Are they my friends, caring I must be?

Too proud to be such an idiot recluse,
To be left alone, I had no blues.
Why should I care for anyone around?
I had my parents and family to count.

But now as four years have passed by,
The life brought me too downs and highs.
Now I have more people to count
To miss and search them when they aren’t around.

On my swear I was not like this,
If fought with someone, I have periods to miss
Nothing comes to mind, it goes numb,
If I see them sad and dumb.

Want to do for them the best I can
To make them happy as ever again
I still wonder what should I call
Is this friendship ,for which people fall?

When I’m with them the life seems green
And scolds of parents, as sweet as ice cream
Eight hours of fun and then parent’s anger
Didn’t matter me I could have this forever

And now I realize what friends are
People with you whether near or far
No doubt I have why people die for it
Cos it is precious, only life compares it.