No Voids, Only Friends.

Dedicated to all my friends – old and new - active and dormant ones too…


As I was going back home that night,
In the red air-conditioned bus, in mid-flight.
I looked around, for there was some noise,
Ringtones and mobiles had turned modern day toys.


There sat on a seat - a sister and a brother.
The sister was elder, the brother the joker!
The girl dressed in black, the boy in brown and white,
One would have been thirteen, the other ten, not quite.


They made a jocular pair, the girl trying on a serious face
As the boy continued clowning with his ‘Bugs Bunny’ grace.
As he made faces to her, she laughed and giggled, 
Enthused, the boy in his seat, further joyfully wriggled.


Mumbling jokes, stories and comments he made.
Mischief and energy glowed on the face of the brother
The sister at times would scold and admonish, 
Once resorting to complaining to their mother!


I could feel the palpable warmth and the joy of the siblings.
You share and care and you often fight!
A soul to tell all your stories, pleasures and plight, 
Frees your mind, gets your heart light!


Brothers and sisters I have had none!
So you see, loneliness felt but no damage done! 
Friends have been helpful, always around.
In my friends, that love and caring have I found!