The Wish

This year for my new year wish I ask,

A little more luck and a little something from the past.

I want that girl who sat at my side when I drove,

I want the girl whose laugh made my day whole.


Every one of those exchanged smiles from across the room,

I want those moments back that got our friendship to bloom.

Its still just as effortless to remember those days,

Brings the widest smile to my face your peculiar ways.


I’m always going to be here cheering you on,

I promise to be by your side from dusk till dawn.

I’m always going to be in your corner for every fight,

Remind you of your Herculean might.


So here I am asking you to grant me this wish,

Turn this friendship into a uniquely assembled dish.

For I loved those fifteen days and I hope to live them again,

For you’re the one I miss each time it starts to rain.

The Reunion


A collection of people I literally grew up with,

And suddenly in that midst when the reality hit.

Its been 7 years since I last saw this bunch,

A group I used to spend time with everyday till lunch.


From sharing benches, classrooms and busses,

To sharing secrets, pains and crushes.

From collectively hogging tiffins and sharing food,

To sharing answers on a test that wasn’t so good.


From unbelievable banter, teasing and endless laughter,

To making promises of keeping in touch forever after.

And yet there I stood marvelling at the scene,

Trying to recollect how good life had once been.


It all seemed different and yet felt so familiar,

The happy smiles of the teachers we once used to fear.

The same vintage building now covered in fresh paint,

Thus began our journey through the walls so quaint.


And as I stood behind in my class with a happy smile,

To see all my classmates go back in time.

Recollecting memories that have us forever bound,

Never realised how much I missed that chaotic sound.


And the years recede as the time between ceased to be,

We were classmates again, the carefree friends we used to be.

It all seemed so familiar and yet felt so different,

All these mixed emotions housed within this building so magnificent.

The one I call Yoda


She’s not the shade of olive green,

Nor three feet tall or super lean.

But in many ways a teacher to whom I go,

Teaching me life lessons and helping me grow.


She’ll be found gazing through a window,

Or working in front of a screen.

Sipping on the coffee she so happily brews,

Pondering about feasting on her next cuisine.


She’s a very intelligent woman,

Always gives great advice.

She’s humble, hilarious and honest,

And a very good wife.


An undisguised beauty,

she holds within her heart.

Always working on ways,

To make the change start.


She’s like a rose that grew out of concrete,

Talking to her is nothing short of a treat.

Unapologetically honest she’ll let you know,

An honest believer in quid pro quo.


She’s fun to be around, more so when drunk,

As peaceful and sorted as a Buddhist monk.

She’s mean to me like any bestfriend would,

But on my side she’s always stood.


I can assure you that I am being sincere,

When I tell you I will always be near.

This distance can only keep us physically apart,

But you’ll forever have a place in my heart.


-The Travellothoner

The Lost Forever Friend

We crashed paths in school,

And it was a hate-hate relationship.

God knows how but over the years,

It developed into a kinship.


It had its ups and downs,

Sometimes happiness and sometimes frowns.

Its been quite a journey with you and its not been easy,

That attitude and those birthdays have been anything but breezy.


If you know me then you know I’ve enjoyed it all,

For I’ve been a bigger pain to you than when you run into a wall.

Its always special with you for reasons unknown,

This friendship has literally shaped the way I’ve grown.


You’re the Chandler to my Joey,

Always so smart and sassy!

I have always admired you,

For your taste so classy.


Its not the distance that hurts me,

I know you’re always just a call or 50 steps away.

Its these weird extended silences,

Which may last a lifetime is why I’m afraid.


But you know I’m always going to be around,

To stick my nose in your business I am forever bound.

Won’t stretch it too long cause I know you’re busy,

With me you know its going to end on a note very cheesy.


Though there is gold in the mountains,

And pearls in the sea.

Those treasures don’t mean as much,

As your friendship means to me.


-The Travellothoner

The Pure Hearts

Everyone needs friends to share their troubles with,

Keep these people as close to you as your teeth.

Some volunteer to hear your troubles,

Others just wait for you to pop those bubbles.


But once in a while you come across a Pure Heart,

Someone who’s always been far apart.

You don’t know them and they don’t know you,

Your interactions have been none or very few.


Their actions are questionable but their intentions pure,

Why would a stranger want to present you a cure.

They want to listen to your problems and be your friend,

An act so rare in this recent trend.


And later you realise your problems are so petty,

Whereas theirs lie bigger and heavier than a yeti.

And it makes you wonder about this lovely soul,

Trying to mend your broken pieces when they themselves weren’t whole.


Pain understands pain is what they told me,

To not leave anyone alone is their only plea.

I’ve never felt smaller than in that moment,

When they said they did not need my lament.


For you pretty soul I have nothing but respect,

Nothing but love in every aspect.

And for you I promise I’ll always be around,

All you have to do is make a sound.

-The Travellothoner