The Friend

You work with me and sit across the desk
We have lunches together and coffee breaks
We burn the midnight oil, to meet the deadlines
And party like crazy, on Friday nights
You have seen me on bright sunny days
And when sky was cloudy and full of grays
You know all about the colleague I dated
And why our relationship was ill fated
We have fun together and life is good
Filled with laughter, tears, wine and food
But answer me this, my dear friend
Would I call you my real friend?

You are my roomie and we share a home
Most dinners we have together but some alone
We have made memories of far flung lands
And have gotten over our fears, holding hands
We trade our stories of the day, every day
And discuss how to make it better in any way
You know me and my parents
And our bond is deeper than sharing rent
In fact O! My parents know you so well
They you consider you their own, as I can tell
But riddle me this, my dear friend
Would I call you my real friend?

You met me during the days in college
And together we left behind the teenage
All the things that I tried for the first time
You were there, my partner in crime
We had those long winding walks
And endless useless talks
The desire to rule the world one day
And the fearful voice saying: not today
We slowly realized how the world works
With some nice people, but mostly jerks
So tell me this, my dear friend
Will I call you my real friend?

If yes, then am lucky to have so many friends
But then why does this loneliness not end
And if you aren’t what I thought you were
Then where is the friend that I am looking for
Coz college ends and the jobs are changed
Roommates leave and we are back again
Oft, known faces become pale and strange
And time and distance leave a lasting change
Is it too much to ask for bond beyond time
And the one that is unfazed by the miles

Or maybe such friends there are none
And only bits and pieces will make a whole one.

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