Monday, August 3, 2009


be it night or day
be it corridors, balcony or a highway
be it work, masti or play
its been you all who have made my day

when i slid off of the rock
or when i slept through a talk
when i was pissed off with my job
and the world was about to label me a blob
guess who were my saving grace

my very own punching pad
that even punches me back
knocking me back conscious
when on the wrong track

from the coffees we devoured
and time me savored
of the times we smiled
and at times wouldn't say a word

i may be pretty ordinary,
same you for this world
its our friendship thats precious to me
so precious never to be sold.