Showing posts with label friendship poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendship poetry. Show all posts

10 Jun 2022

Bridge of Words


 

A

 bridge 

of words 

Built between hearts 

Living continents apart 

A friendship of the digital age 

There is no voice or visual treats 

Like a good old pen-friendship 

Without the paper and pen 

The inboxes of social media 

With meaningful emojis' 

Conveying the emotions 

Without words at times 

Reading the creativity 

With a like or comment 

Without sharing the stories of life 

Without opening the hurts of past 

Yet good conversations evolve 

Over the beliefs and thoughts 

Poems and real-world issues 

Fifteen years of online friendships

Have evolved my mind into detachment 

And enjoy the moments with words 

Without expectations that plagued 

The growth of long-term friendships 

 

I feel that I have evolved in terms of online friendships from 2007. From Orkut, Facebook, Twitter, and many other social media platforms, I found different friends over the years. I am still in touch with some friends from Orkut. Others just faded away with time. Then I came across liberals on Facebook. I am coming across nice writers and poets on Twitter and Instagram.  The image is taken from gapatton

22 May 2022

Being Friend To Old Lover

  



 


                                                                           It is hard

 To be the friend of your love

 When you know he is

 Someone else's life

 

It’s hard to control emotions

As old memories and dreams

Flocks the heart, giving

A sense of great loss

 

Every time when you see him

Your heart craves for getting closer

Like the olden days

With nostalgic eyes

 

He conquered your untamed heart

Made you his beautiful princess

Filled dreams in you

About life together

 

Still, you are there in his heart

 He wants to care for you like before

 But from a distance

 As a loving friend


I wrote this for a friend back in 2010. It is indeed hard to be a friend to someone you love so much. But, circumstances demand the presence in that person's life, when he is building a new life with another woman. Image courtesy Antonio Guillem . 

19 Apr 2022

Once Upon A Dream

 


Once upon a dream
I saw a pretty girl in my life
Unseen before and unknown
But she wandered into my house
Like my best friend for years
And a neighbour for decades
She had shared so many things
Like I am her secret keeper
She watered the plants inside my house
Whispering something to them with a smile
She went outside to buy something
After telling me to wait for her to return
Was she the friend I craved in my childhood?
To play, with me instead of my imaginary friends
Or was she the reflection of my best friend's friend?
Who used to pick up my calls when he was not around
I was curious about her, but I'd never seen her face
I wonder if my mind created imagery of her from the voice!
I woke up in the morning with questions about the strange girl
But I couldn't recollect her face again in my mind, though I tried
My friend, an artist, listened to the impressions I had about her
She made a sketch of this girl with an angelic face
She termed this dreamy girl, the angel of my life
I looked for girls with the face as in the sketch
My girlfriends didn't have that face
I've lost that sketch along the way
But that angelic face is still in mind
I wonder if that dream was a hint
About someone, I will meet in future
I'm still waiting for that
Girl to show up somewhere
Someday!

This poem is based on a word prompt from #loveletters . Image from Pixabay. Thank You :)

12 Feb 2011

Mr He He



Any body know
Who is “Mr. He He"
Yeah nobody, I know
Let’s find out who is “Mr. He He"

My friend was mobbed by proposals
From the guys who liked her a lot
She had to find a way-out,
She said she has a boy friend
But no one knew, it’s imaginary
So curious guys asked her his name
She said, it’s “Mr. He He"
Yeah, it sounds weird n funny

“Mr. He He"
He is a mystery
“Mr. He He"
He is adorable
“Mr. He He"
He is enviable
But still, who is “Mr. He He"

So every one got surprised
Who is “Mr. He He”
No body has heard about “Mr. He He”
They asked her to introduce him
As they were not ready to believe it
She got in a fix
She had an idea
She told them that he is one among them
And they kept guessing
Checking out all the probable matches
Naming one guy after another
While they were busy finding out who it was
Somebody conquered her heart
Truly he was mysterious
Everyone knew him
Though she shared lighter moments with him
In public, nobody suspected him
Even as she built her castles of love
And laughed with her “Mr He He”
About their secret love story 





This is  a song i tried to write for my online sister kavita,who made beautiful posters of my poetry. It didn't turn out that way.Neverthless,this is a sweet little present for her.

27 Jun 2010

A day for yourself



Take a break from your anger
Take a break from your tensions
Take a break from your tears
Take a break from your regrets
Take a break from your dreams

Give yourself a day for peace
Go out and spread all your love
Shower all your care
Fly yourself in a world of freedom

Give compliments to the ones closer to you
Tell you mother and sisters
That they are beautiful
Tell your girl friends that they are sexy
Tell your brothers and friends
That they are handsome

Go out and spread the love
Let others know how much they mean to you
Make them feel wanted
As they makes up your world
In sorrows and joy alike

Have a great, peaceful day
Keep sometime for yourself
To rest and rejuvenate
As the marathon of life keeps going on
And you are just a runner
Trying to cross the finishing line
But the finishing line keeps moving away
As you reach near it
No one can sit back and live in glorious past
Cos tomorrow is a new day
With new tasks to finish and new glories to achieve



This poem is derived from the message sent by my friend July.

9 Jun 2010

Azeeb Girl: Bored forever



I found a chirpy girl
With an image of a small girl
With hat on her lovely hair
On a online community
Always indulged in counting
In a game, count one to ten
I thought it’s a kid
She is quite a grown up girl
Yet still kiddish
Watching shin-Chan always
With the passion of a small kid
Goes to college
To bunk her classes
Or feels too lazy to go
And remains at home
Loves talking with friends
All the time
So cute that she got many admirers
Always confused
What to do in life
I wondered
How someone can get so much bored
But knowing her for years
I learned, it’s quite natural!
With no hobbies
With no interest in any kind of activities
The funny talks keep her going
Chitchatting for hours as if never ends
I wish at least she learn how to dream
Loves pranking on friends
Talks less but asks a lot
For her nothing is as cool
As hanging out with friends
And sipping on her favorite juices
I wonder when will this girl grow up !
A sweet Azeeb
Always flowing around like an angel
Trying to spread happiness
A devout friend for many

This poem is for and about my friend Areej.She wanted to see if i can write a poetry on her.Hope that she liked it.