Two Broken Pendants

Thousand names

On Face book friend list,

Talked to few, not met even a soul,

Some only names kept in bowl,

Four limited to church premises,

Three to eat at college canteen,

And with one I share my hostel room,

With that one I shared my broken pendant.

With whom I share my deepest of inner tombs.

Thousands are just a myth,

One true friend better than thousands,

To get rid of pathetic problems,

And to tact cheapest laugh at the cheapest jokes,

On the room floor solving with cokes,

“How to impress the crushes?” theory,

Singing aloud jingles with no hesitation,

Heartily saying wrong lyrics are just our confidence,

Chilling with beer and chocolates on one’s separation,

Our hidden embarrassing selfies on phone,

So to threaten with those at right times.

I have to thank, life is good to me,

I know this won’t last or may be, perhaps, we

One day, have to shift our days apart.

All things will get around this heart.