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4 Strangers came close,
Their friendship was like a tight threaded rope.
Never before had they such good friends,
This friendship goes beyond the Vidhyanagar fence.
One was bubbly other an artist,
They both were roomies but stayed like a family.
Other side had a combination of cool and mature,
They both biked around untill dawn!
Summer afternoons were mostly at C-Cube,
with evenings followed by a Satyanarayan’s scoop.
Daily meeting at Kashyap’s gate,
This was a routine which they could not escape.
Bike, Kinetic and Scooty parked
Memorial visits have left its mark.
Together they rocked on the streets of town,
Drive to Baroda was the best they had done.
Others came and passed by,
They four seldom fight!
College fest was always a treat,
They painted and rocked the show, no matter what was the theme.
Time passed and 3 had sweethearts,
One was left to listen to their stories of heart!
Never did they leave him alone,
The evening meetings were sparse but sensible then before.
Today they are in different parts of the world,
Seldom do they chat but often recall.
I wish they could meet again,
The Kashyap gate’s the place, which no one shall forget!
Their friendship was like a tight threaded rope.
Never before had they such good friends,
This friendship goes beyond the Vidhyanagar fence.
One was bubbly other an artist,
They both were roomies but stayed like a family.
Other side had a combination of cool and mature,
They both biked around untill dawn!
Summer afternoons were mostly at C-Cube,
with evenings followed by a Satyanarayan’s scoop.
Daily meeting at Kashyap’s gate,
This was a routine which they could not escape.
Bike, Kinetic and Scooty parked
Memorial visits have left its mark.
Together they rocked on the streets of town,
Drive to Baroda was the best they had done.
Others came and passed by,
They four seldom fight!
College fest was always a treat,
They painted and rocked the show, no matter what was the theme.
Time passed and 3 had sweethearts,
One was left to listen to their stories of heart!
Never did they leave him alone,
The evening meetings were sparse but sensible then before.
Today they are in different parts of the world,
Seldom do they chat but often recall.
I wish they could meet again,
The Kashyap gate’s the place, which no one shall forget!
posted by purvins at 11:03 AM
7 Comments:
first off, nice post ... but, in my opinion, more of a story than a poem .
it is reminiscence of the good old days ... what a wonderful time. But you have to move on and create more memories.
Always remember: Make new friends but remember the old, one is silver the other is gold.
-Chintan
Chintan- You are correct.. I wanted to write a story .. but a short one so converted it to a poem form. Don't know if did justices to it or not.
And for the rest of the comment shall express my views in a new blog:)
Short and sweet... thoda ma ghanu kahi didhu.. good one.... wish could meet again.. four of us. just was talking to a friend other day that we all met online after more than two years together and did conference.. it was good.. keep it up.
short but enough to take us back the memory lane.....its just special for the four of us........yaar I wish all of us are close by so that we can meet and make new memories..and refresh the old ones......
Bro. Awesome one. I would rate this as your best ever post on the blog. Friends is all that about and I see your heart poured in the form of words in the poem :).
Three out of 4 I can see here, 4th one should be close by I suppose :)
Wat can I say... wen i read this it feels like a Dejavu. Reminds me of the night I penned down something like this. Today it feels even more close, when i'm away!
Newyz gr8 work... waiting for ur next post
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