Friendship Bands : by Vybhav Shetty

Once again this day comes to pass
When my hands are adorned with colorful bands
their significance majestic and their show grand
so look with contempt, wonder and awe
as I show you my bands, my friendship bands.

Bonds of every color and size I do possess
some closer to my heart and some further than the rest
some have remained firmly over the years and
some have fallen down leaving behind tears.
so look closely as each of it tells it’s story
these bands, these friendship bands.

I have bands that have changed colors
sometimes for better and sometimes for worse
some are there, on which are written obnoxious names
these are the one’s that love me just the same
so watch as I flaunt this myriad of strings,
these bands, these friendship bands.

They are knotted to last a lifetime
but not all do stand the test of time
sometimes I was to blame, while for others
the situation couldn’t be tamed
so watch my celebration and repentance with
these bands, these friendship bands

I have one that stays foremost
supremacy over others, is of which it boasts
the best and worst all it has seen
with the tightest of bonds it reigns
so watch it hurl and furl about
this band, this friendship band.

The meek, the rude.the gentle, the crude
I walk with an arsenal of all
together our paths we shall chalk
and to the end of it we shall walk
so watch me as my promises lay broken and fulfilled
these bonds, these friendship bonds.

 

 

 

 

 

Parivar :by Ruchi Gupta

parivar… shabd chhota par mayene bade
jaise bina samjhaye ek dusre k vichhar samjhle
sukh dukh mei ek dusre k saath khade rahe
kuch bhul chuk hojaye to fatafat maaf karde
parivaar.. shabd chhota par mayene bade

Thode din ki duri se yaad apne aap aajaye
par saath rahe to jhagda bhi roz uth aaye
inn unbandh se bhi pyaar kam na ho paye
parivar..shabd chhota par maayne bade
ek ki bhi zindagi kharab na hone de
khud bure dikhe par prayaas na chhode
daant fatkaar kr sahi raah par le aaye
Parivaar shabd chhota par maayne bade

par aaj ki tarrekh mei sab badalte h jaa rahe
ek dusre ka drishtikon samajhna hi nahi chahate
iske chalte jhagade badhne hai lage
parivaar shabd chhota or maayne badal gaye
sbka ahankar aa gya h itna aade
ki dur ho rhe h log bina vajah ke
chahiye iska hal.. halaat bigadne se pehle
parivaar shabd chhota or maayne badal gaye
ek dusre par chillane se pehle do baar vichaar kare
apne aap k baare mei soche par pehle dusro ka dhyaan kare
banaye or badhaye pyaar samaan aapas mei
taki sab saath mil kr zindagi khushi se jiye
parivaar shabd chhota par tb maayne na badlenge.

Being Mature : by Ruchi Gupta

Let us start from the time we met…

It was wonderful days well spent…

Time flew and I am here…

Big mature like other people there…

Though mature but cannot explain…

What is going inside my brain…

Neurons are entangled it’s difficult to resolve…

Where is my friend who use to help me evolve…

Looking for him I heard his voice…

Here I am burdened by your practical choice…

Just then realization came rushing to me…

Under grown up choices lie a childish heart which want to be free!

Never Quit : by Bhumika Jagota

There are a thing or two that I do

Some are old while some are new

Taking me places where others had gone

Or some places where no one has stumbled upon

There will be the days when zilch is what I receive

For I have to move on and not to wither in my defeat

I can never determine what might come

A loud thunder or a cheerful drum

As it’s not my place to render upon

For I am just a traveler that lives on

Not knowing what may be there

The result might be an endless galaxy that stares

Deep from the oblivion to back and forth

Telling me to never give up and to never lose hope

 

Hangman’s Noose : by Abheet Sachdeva

Stepped out of the tunnel, into the light,
Women stood there with visible fright.
Men wore hoods, afraid to quail,
up and down, on their spots they paced.
The gallows pole, in all its might,
stood in the middle. O! What sight!

Whispers around, a chill in the wind.
Heads turn. Enter the protagonist.

Chained hands, splintered feet,
black eyes, black hair, not the heart underneath.
He still repeats, what he said again n again,
‘I did not’, no one’s listening, my friend.
The stage is set, this is the last act,
Last.

He smiled at the hangman, sharply took a bow.
Greeted with cheer, just as darkness surround.

He accompanies the Reaper, chains now loose.
Childlike smile intact, a beard still due,
The town watched, awed and amused,
the lil’ boy of fifteen, hung by the noose.