This poem is dedicated to my dearest friend Neeraj……………..who is the one among person who inspired me……I welcome all to read it……….comments invited………it came directly from my heart so may be boring for some persons……but I just want to convey my msg to u {neeraj} in a different way………read it pls…and comment how u feel………
The day we met,
The things were not set.
I was really upset,
Except my loss nothing was to get....
I needed a note,
This could help me like a boat………………..
U were on my front seat,
i saw ur shirt well pressed n neat...
I was staring at my white sheet..
I tapped ur shoulder And it was our first meet.........
You too were starting in the same day,
like always u were , with ur shy NEERAJ WAYS…………
“Then i came to know the concept of dosti...
DOSTI im sure abt ur dosti..........”
It is how our frdship began….
& then many races we together ran....
Your aged cycle how can I forget...
Rides we enjoyed how can I eliminate......
I remember you drove it 100 percent almost...
Not my fault dear, no breaks, only quake & u were d host........
That day cycle was fast cuz we were going far...
So funny that incident how we collide with car...
Angry modern woman her staring eyes...
Our smiling faces and her size.........
Thx for how u supported as I was away from home...
For presenting tasty food cooked by ur sweet mom...
After each exam we appreciated each other...
At every problem we stood together....
"here enters the gabbar singh koyi aur nhi bhai apne Sharma ji h na.....
Leave it dosti ye to h hi kamina....
muje gussa aaya to mushkil ho jayega iska jeena...
Neeraj tu tension mat le yar main hu na...."
Can’t count the long journeys for exams we shared...
To each other, more than a brother we cared...
Another day u came by bike....
Raja mandi was d first thing wat strike...
Petrol we wasted...guess how much……..
Increased laps for Miss Pl ,were crazy that much...
How can u forget every time 50 rs fine,
Whenever we went for afmc form ,was a wrong time.....
Be careful now n u should wear a helmet,
With u all required document u should take....
Like me, u also was without girl friend that time...
About ex girlfrds & same stories We chatted hundred times ....
One night before the exams u called ur girlfrd…..
Her brother scolded n u was out of trend...
Girl’s phone numbers we needed…..
Some naughty things were seeded...
We shared all numbers...
Recorded their voice and seen their jumpers...
“In every break special kachodi of dewaani.......
Bhut mushkil h yar ye to bhut bdi kahani...”
Do u remember the small footpath tea shop...
Every evening we went...a tea and d beautiful daughter of cop...
“Next was deekshalay, where we met a philosopher...
Kamine tu kese bhulega bagal wali sweet nurstary teacher...
dhokha kha jate h log kyuki tu h b bada bhola na...
Par in sb mamlo me h tu bhut bda kamina...”
"PAR DOSTI I AM PROUD OF YOU………..
FOR EVERYTHING HATS OFF TO YOU…………"
“Sale tera dhyaan kidhar h,
kya dekh rha h koyi sapna...
Raat bhar jag k likhi h,
isliye pls bhai thoda dhyan se padh na...”
We boarded on train, which was going to shimala...
chalti train se kude the be bda teda mamla....
For every mistake we were caught not alone...
I still remember yar apna FM wala phone......
We wrote many exams, did not selected for 2 yrs...
I became serious but u still cheers......
"We lost many games, but we laughed always...
Seeking new mornings finding new ways..."
SORRY dosti ,I cheated u that time....
Don't know how i got selected before came ur time...
NOW EVERYTHING IS FINE, I GUESS…..
U DOCTOR ME DOCTOR, NOW WE WILL WIN THE RACE……………
Here its going to end...
Everything is ok but where is our frdship band...
For me dear ,u are like a transparent box...
Btw NEERAJ JAYANT always rocks...
Really don't need a frdship band…
Story will continue its not an end...
Pls Remind me in my 60s or whenever....
To continue this poem which will continue forever...
Will we forget each other... NO , NOT AND NEVER.....
Because Dosti UR MY BEST FRIEND EVER................
Now I need a boat,
dosti would u give me a note ,
yar At least give me single paper...
U still don't know im a good boat maker...
We will make a boat and will slide back into the past...
We will go to our childhood when we missed each other so fast..........
KYU CHALE NA YAR......
