for Sonal..

Somethings never grow old,
The stupid things, the silly things,
The things which make me hide my face in a blanket.
Playing tricks to get a bench behind you,
Pulling your pony to irritate you,
Gaze at you and stare away when you look back,
Pretend not having a tiffin to borrow your snack,
Wait till the end of the annual day to see you dance,
Scratch my head like a baboon to find a chance,
To speak to you, or just say "hello, can I borrow that book?"
But your friend would not want you to talk,
So she would get you engrossed, in something pointless just to block
Every conversation that i gathered guts to ever start.
Then all I could do was try to befriend her too,
So as to keep her away from getting stupid things for you.
I think it worked!
And then there's a thing that I'll still remember when I'm eighty.
One day I was sitting and making drawings ,
When some crazy brain cell reacted inside me,
And i wrote your name on every thing that I had, around me,
And then somewhere on my thigh, I apologize, I'm really sorry,
I was just a kid and the brain cell is at a fault.
Next day your name went into my diary with a few other things,
Both of which, mom got to know about,
She laughed and teased but dad shouted out loud.
Now i think about it and try not to think of it too,
Coz it makes me feel so foolish, so i just write an ode,
To you, my dear friend,
To all the things which make me hide my face in a blanket,
To the stupid things, the silly things,
Things that will never grow old for me.
And let me tell you,
You are still the same,
Just as beautiful as you were,
And just as innocent.
Still the apple of my eye.
Everything about you is just right
Please dont change a bit, not even a slight
But do change your phone so that i can text you at times
Not having to think if it'll reach you or it just might.
May an angel dwell upon your cheeks
And pull a smile forever
Salutes and a lot of warmth.

-Rishabh