That Bliss When Promises Hang Around

That Bliss When Promises Hang Around
Today, when BFFs is the tag of the time used to define friends,
Ours was the time when such things were in unawares;
Of all the terms and tags, all we could make sure of
Was to stick to each other all through life
And suddenly I realized, a decade has just passed by
When the world sleeps after dusk draws to a close;
When moonlit sky appears glowing above the soft hues of the snow,
When the cold strikes hard and time seems to cease;
That’s when I feel my breath grow heavy, with reminiscences
Of the decade that has just passed by
In the times when nuances of all emotions,
Manifested more often through actions than words
Actions were of the brats we used to be, Or rather,
Appeared to be, and were absolutely gratifying
To have spent the days being very much blithe
Along came the love affairs of all kind;
With both books and men that surrounded every sight
Books – Some new, Some Old and Some borrowed
And for Men- Talked, Hung around but at last harrowed
What today offers seems by all means lesser and every inch smaller
Friends mattered most, a lot more than kith and kin
After all, they were the keepers,
Keepers of secrets, and everything that lied deep within
Thoughtful of each other in every way;
Spending days and nights, talking our hearts out
With life treating each one with anomalies
Our hearts writhed for each other during all absurdities
Lending hands through thick and thin that came by
Each one taking a different trail branching out; that one promise,
Which made impact was, to stay in touch regardless of any dissimilarity
With time slipping away in such sturdy waves,
It always seems perfect to consider going flipside;
Walk down the memory lane; grab handful of cheers and whims,
Run along the shores of laughter and slip into the sand of blissful tears;
Walk, talk, laugh, cry; jumble thoughts alongside
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Tonight I wait for the moon to go to sleep,
Tonight I wait for the time to run faster,
Tonight I wait for the morning to arrive earlier;
For tomorrow is the day when we re-unite after a decade,
That’s why I feel my breath grow heavy, with reminiscences
Of the decade that has just passed by.

  
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