Friend in time

Walking on the footprints of time

Crossing memories chime

Of aimless lanes and clueless dreams

Running on empty grounds and wild swings,

Touching the skies and kissing the winds.

Of faded jeans and school canteens

Whispering tears and sweet nothings,

Morning lines and pastimes

Of first crushes and maturity brushes

Of the years gone by and the grey’s are nigh

Of the lows of life and the occasional high

Of meeting new and missing the old

Of connecting the dots and filling the blanks

Only the friend knows why you smile

Or when you cried

When the world lived and your tears dried

Only the friend knows you tried.

Walking in the rain or sunshine

I remain your friend in time....

Gyanban thoughts : This one for old times sake, one for the friends, one for the reunions.