We were little; still my fingers could stroke your hair and smell your cologne
Wild we were but the days were dull
We needed so little, yet a world of joy embroidered around..
We danced and sang against the wrath
Wrath of the blues showered from ‘the own’
The self proclaimed caregivers loathed the pair;
We braved the sighs and kissed when we could.
Time belied me and you;
Green-eyed thoughts failed her to see through
She walked it off with a ‘sorry note’
And then she lost a lover and a friend..
..................Time passed by, they grew up;
The city odds made them tough—
She got back her friend forever this time,
His love for her remains unperturbed.
Good times are good times, always I say
When I look back I smile to those days,
I don’t want them back- I am happy today,
With my friend by me in red and grey
