Unfiltered (Friends)

From the little-tiny pink ones,

To the larger broken Goa plans,

Beyond the love and worse than hate,

This bonding travels ahead of clans.

The unfiltered and clammy words,

With swearing pretty normal in,

The faces of those chosen few,

No gratefulness, no butterin'.

Madness, laughter, crazying with suns,

Sleepless nights with milky moons,

You name a few, we got them all,

The saintly ones, the bulky goons.

The wise ones, the partners- in- crime,

Even the cry babies who love to sulk,

The restless, serious, nerdy ones,

The mother of squad, the only adult.

The co-authors of those messages,

To the newly found crush in youth,

The ones who give you toothless grins,

When walking sticks in hands are truth.

The shoulders you find to lean upon,

To pour out your hearts for lost,

Lovers that would never return,

To mend your broken pieces of frost.

From the little-tiny pinky ones,

To the unbroken and constant ones,

These bloodless extended families,

Have bonds that travel with ties undone.