Celebrating <br />Moments of our <br />Friendship <br />Past, <br />Present <br />And <br />Future. <br />What makes it tick? <br />I often wonder. <br />No, <br />Its not your <br />Ever laughing, <br />Dancing <br />Pair of chocolate brown eyes. <br />Nor, <br />Your vivacious smile, <br />Reaching <br />All the way up to your eyes. <br />No, <br />Its not those QID phone calls <br />Chats, <br />Or <br />Hours of vagabonding together. <br /> <br />What makes it rock <br />Is the way you say <br />“Hello” <br />And I know <br />What’s going to follow. <br />And how exactly <br />I can tell <br />Which day of the week <br />You will wear yellow. <br />It’s the comfort <br />In which we confide <br />Seriously <br />“I am shallow” <br />And <br />The very next moment <br />Laugh out loud <br />At the passing fellow. <br /> <br />I know, <br />Obviously, <br />We are not going to donate each other <br />Bone Marrow(different HLA profiles!!) . <br />But at least <br />We have promised to bring <br />“Chicken chawal” <br />in case one of us <br />for some thing or other <br />lands up in the gallow. <br />And adjusting to each others <br />Hormonal bellow (read PMSs) . <br />Wait <br />For the other to mellow. <br /> <br />I think, <br />We rock, <br />Cause, <br />It’s like looking into the mirror. <br />(Though each is thinking <br />The other ones slightly fatter fellow) <br />Mirroring of souls <br />Where we mount <br />The same winged horses <br />Of dreams <br />Galloping, <br />Into the seamless sky <br />“Dream riders”. <br />Where any differences of any kind <br />Never ever matter. <br />Where all it means to be happy <br />Is as simple as <br />Following the flying sparrow <br />Or simply <br />Peeping down into a rabbits burrow. <br />Where being together <br />Means “joys” <br />Yesterday, <br />Today <br />Tomorrow.<br /><br />ANJALI KAKATI<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/female-bonding/
