Well...I started writing this for a friend who wanted it for his friend...but i ended up writing something for my friends..only a few of my special friends....

MOVING ON

Day dreaming has become a usual habit.
I venture day in & out like a lonely rabbit.
Into the woods & outta of the bushes.
Dreaming to walk in those mesmerising lushes.

I always felt the need for your reassurance.
But expecting you to care for you was annoyance.
For you I was always there.
& expected you to be there to take care.

You ridiculed me, & my feelings.
But for you, I only rained blessings.
I told you to be aware,
Asked you to take care.

“Remember me, cause I will, I swear.”
For you this seemed too much a burden to bear.
I’ll see you when I come back.
Couldn’t imagine you bitching behind my back.

“To be or not to be”, Shakespeare said.
But you saying “bye” left me dead.
Philosophy and random talks took their toll on me.
I took several measures to vent what you couldn’t see.

Turned to cold meat, numbed my feelings.
Looked for help, but people had their own dealings.
A few understood, a few did not.
Made lots of friends, literally a huge lot.

“Why do you victimise yourself?
Throw her out, like used paper off the shelf.”
Usual questions & usual answers.
Losing all control over my mental prowess.

Limping & stumbling like that familiar rabbit.
Walking around that hole was now a habit.
“What goes around comes back around.”
No one could sense the depth in my sound.
“Get out, find a new home.
This isn’t any good with her gone.”
My fellow rabbits had moved on.
Made me believe that all of them were con.

A few stayed, giving me a piece of their mind.
These were the melodramatic kind.
My emotionally susceptible friends.
Who were essentially a mean to all my ends.

All but one was sweetest of the lot.
She cared for me the most, even though we fought.
“We’re hot rabbits”, she always told me.
Whenever we were sad of things that we ever couldn’t be.

Her heart was somewhere, somewhere too far.
She tried reaching it, in her rusty old car.
Engine failure, flat tyres and an empty fuel tank.
These were usual, & that somewhere was blank.

I was her repairman, to help her get back.
We were almost there, when somewhere lost track.
The map faded away, having nothing to say.
And my best rabbit friend did nothing but pray.

To go to that mesmerising lush, where she ever wanted to be.
She too joined my footsteps, to go where they wouldn’t let us be.
It was difficult to explain her, I tried my best.
She was very willing to put her love to the test.

And so we started our journey, on our rusty car.
Only to get high on a roadside bar.
We smiled to each other when sunken.
And decided to bear each others every burden.

Even today, we’re still on our road.
Swearing to each other that we’ll never ever break the friendship code.
Looking for happiness in small little things.
Cause even we’re rabbits, if not human beings.

Many a hardships we fared.
Many a loosers we scared.
Many a joys we cried.
Many a sorrows we survived.

We shared our troubles, like we did carrots.
Always wanting to fly like beautiful green parrots.
We were always there to support each other.
Unlike some, who didn’t even bother.

The journey still goes on.
We stupid rabbits have to move on.
Our rickety old car, covered with scars.
It is all the result of the harmful journey so far.

We cried to each other and we wept.
Under a lifeless shade, we slept.
In our dreams, revived our jolly time.
Our jokes, we were all the witty kind.

Waking up to realise our uneventful fate.
The nostalgia now had a habit to irritate.
Trials and errors did make us understand.
And one fateful morning, she held my hand.

I looked at her & said, “Thank you.
“I could never have made it without you.”
And she simply said,
“Friends never leave each other, Friends never depart.
They just sit somewhere silently, deep in each others heart,
Saying, I’m still here…”

Luncheon

This is another situational poem about a "perfect" date...Please bear in mind that this is a 10 min job...

LUNCHEON

I had a date in a five star hotel,
But I’d rather have preferred a motel.
Some appetisers and some wine,
I was wondering when she’d begin to dine.

She was hungry and so was I,
But I didn’t have the guts to give those dishes a try.
Russian Salad, penne arabiatta with extra cheese,
She seemed too difficult to please.

Gulping in some pasta, she gave me a disturbing look,
And questioned vaguely, ”How much time will that chicken take to cook.
You’re so procrastinating sweetheart, I could’ve walked a mile.”
“Patience my dear”, I reassured her with a smile.

In came more food and then some desserts,
“How about blueberry cheese cake sweetie ?”
I had to order it for her sake.
No money no honey, it seemed to me,
The waiter with the cheque and a beaming smile walked towards me.

My heart in my mouth, I returned the gesture,
Gave it a demeaning look, ignoring my lady’s beautiful features.
Looking for brainwaves I scratched my mind,
Its no use Rishabh, you’re not that kind.

But just then, the cheque disappeared,
And I was wondering, “Did God just appear?”
“Its my Birthday stupid, and its my treat.”
Wow! I just managed to accomplish a great feat.

What a miracle, forget God, she just saved me.
“Thanx a ton”, I said it with lots of glee.
“Anything for you”, she replied nodding her round head,
But I could sense that she seemed more interested in the party ahead….