It began with a glimpse sometime back,
Paved a way to being a friend in time,
Of all the things I could keep a track,
This friend was like a rhythm in chime.
In all the ‘Hi-Hello’ that took the talk ahead,
At ‘what else’ he’d just turn all the tables,
‘We’ll talk tomorrow’ is what he said,
We were starting to unfold some labels.
Everyday was a like different story,
Some about him and most about me,
We grew a bond in our inventory,
‘Twas love for we were blind to see.
I’d hear his tales about his yester years,
Of all the mischief he pulled off in spree,
His jokes and giggles would catch my ears,
His every word was like a spirit set free.
As each of our dialogue reached an end,
The next couple of hours only took a stroll,
Until again I get to speak to my friend,
We were spelled cuz this drowned our soul.
His laughs, my talks, our fables in delight,
Each of ’em sparked in us a new bend,
His thoughts, my smiles, our love candle-light,
I’m lucky to be in love with my best friend.