Two happy souls met in the last bench,
Encircled in chit-chats and gossips,
They together built an imperishable relation!
Swimming deep in this oceanic bond,
They symbolized each other as a light house of joy!
More like an antidote to their poisonous wounds!


With a sudden shift!
A new face was welcomed now!
And the need of three musketeers ,
popped up in utter joy,
Just like a dove within two love birds!
Chit-chats and gossips widened,
And the circle was now of three!
A circle,very unique and blissful!
But as a group of three,
The essence of oddness prevailed!
Further,chit-chats and gossips,
Replaced by backbites and betrayls,
Confusion and pain hidden quite good,
By a handkerchief bleeding with tears!

They cursed time!
They cursed the bond!
They cursed the number"3"
For making them question....
Why even a knot in the bond,
Can't ease away this pain?
Why is this so tender?
Why so fragile?
And....

What is FRIENDSHIP?










So my dear this is to tell you that.....


Just like the sun let its shine upon the moon,
Just like the moon let its shine upon the Earth,
Playing the role of three musketeers!
It still faces eclipses,
Widened with darkness,
Overcomed with shine and shine,
It still lets a new beginning!