“…Friends!”

When you are left with no option- You become Friends, the best friends, in fact!

With this stretched lips

I grinned

And shouted ‘hello’

And she replied

“Shut up!”

Cheerless, but yes-

I was left 

With no option

I got mesmerized

By the splendor of that ‘sale’

And rushed into 

That shopping precinct

And was dragged out

-“Dare not fritter away your money!”

My collar in her hand

I had no option!

With that extremism 

Of lassitude- 

Yes, I declared in my empire!

And I valiantly dozed off…

And got kicked down on the floor

“Get up lazy bone; 

You are late for ‘the’ class”

And I had no option!

But, 

This December-

When gush of wind

Will whisper (Scream, in fact)

“Catch me, if you can…”

-With this mocking hilarity…

It will be me

And you will have no option!

…When I walk 

This lonesome way

You are always missed

I swear!

Not for those laughter

We jointly glued

On People’s face-

Who avowed that:

“You guys are not funny, at all!”

And they had no options!

But,

For these bags are heavily 

Burdened!

Had you been here, 

You would have 

Carried…

And I have no option!

You are the one with whom

I fear not,

To speak

About every frightening tales

Of life!

You are my best friend;

Other than this-

I have no option!!!

© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"