“Nothing in this life lasts long”

Nothing in this life lasts long.
Friendship you realize is the same:
It changes from weak to strong,
Then back to forgetting your name.

There are duplicitous games,
Played amongst its rules;
Reason and logic it often tames
And makes all complete fools.

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To Rajeev.

To My Journeying Friend,

I remember the times we were together,
As children, but that was long ago …
We lost touch and lucked out on knowing
Each other in life’s incessant flow.

Destiny perhaps has a way of tapping
One’s shoulder and saying, “Hello,
“This is the same boy with whom
“You shared your life with, some years ago.”

Then we probably smiled
On our way down or up the stairs;
Listening to her, and said “hello”, though
We were still wrapped in life’s many cares:

That said college and family and books and computers,
(I smile here because I like knowing you)
And then, suddenly, we met and knew each other,
And destiny got her way and point through.

I won’t make this a long poem
Which would tax an engineers mind;
But a topper is what I know u to be –
Not to mention, to a friend like me, somewhat kind.

So you begin another phase of your life,
Traveling thousands of miles away,
So I think I shall sit back and type out
The things I wish to say.

I wanted to come over a lot
These past few days and spend loads of time with you;
But I know you needed your space with mom and dad,
Because I can guess how much they’ll miss you.

So on the day when you read this,
You’ll be flying off to a distant land,
And I probably won’t be able to say much –
The reasons for which I guess u understand.

I have come to know you so much better,
It’s like losing a friend all over again;
And there is selfishness in abundance
That’s mingled with a degree of pain.

But thousands of miles are easily crossed,
And time has its tricks of faith,
There are plans probably in the making,
And several twists of fate.

But in all I do hope you do well,
For others, yes, but yourself most of all;
And if you ever need a friend
You know who you can call.

And time now won’t matter I guess,
Nor losing touch, like the time sometime ago,
Because I know destiny has other plans
And will be tapping your shoulder asking u to say hello.

Bon Voyage,
Come home soon.

The Gryffindor Song.

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts School,
There are the Houses Four;
And, of these Four Houses, one
Was named after Godric Gryffindor.

The Sorting Hat, that first belonged to him,
Is now a sorting tool;
And all the First Year students must
Have it on, per the School Rule.

For it, on being worn, shakes and frets,
And then lets the school know,
Which House the student belongs to,
With one, loud Gryffindor roar.

To be in Gryffindor, one must
Be brave and full of nerve –
To face all of Life’s challenges –
Good and bad – with the same, strong verve!

Chivalry, too, stands high and proud,
Amidst the students here,
For it includes all the things
Which to Gryffindor are dear.

From Bravery that we talked of,
To Honour and Courtesy,
From Protecting the weak and timid,
To Fairness and Generosity.

So here at the House of Gryffindor,
You will find those Ideal Few,
Who brave all of Life’s problems
And manage to solve them, too.