Bestfriends\\k.s

Offend me? I swear.
Offend my bestfriend? Don’t you dare.

What we gossip about? Don’t you worry.
Mess with us? You’d be sorry.

Think we’re cool? Yeah, you’re right.
Think we’re not? We’d be in a fight.

Wanna be with us? Please, don’t you interfere.
Wanna be like us? No, you just can’t, dear.

You adore us? Good.
You don’t? You should.

Wonder why we’re always together? Yes, we’re inseparable.
Wonder why I chose her? well she’s so adorable.

Do we ever fight?Yes, all the time.
Wanna fight with her too? Nope, she’s mine.

My bestfriend is my soulmate, I say with zest.
Don’t you call yours cooler, cause my bestfriend is the best.

© Khushi Suneja

Roses are flawed\\k.s

Roses are flawed.

Violets are blemished.

The people I loved and cared for,

Are the one that actually vanished.

© Khushi Suneja

Nostalgic Footsteps \\k.s

Here, we roam about, like fishes in a pond.

Talking about the days that are forever, ever gone.

Muttering things of which we are not so fond.

And thus, all night, we go on and on.

We go about talking of things of the past.

Some things that were never real.

Some things that never did last.

But we go about saying all that we feel.

We go about talking all night, all day.

We seldom ever utter a Goodbye.

We go about saying all that we have to say.

And hence, we’ll go about until we die.

We roam about the streets, hand-in-hand.

Talking about the things that are forever, ever gone.

We laugh, we cry, we talk and…

So, our lives go on and on.

We wonder if anyone does care.

What if to someone we really matter?

We don’t, perhaps, have this burden to bear.

Thus, all night, we chatter.

The clock struck eight,

But we just didn’t care.

We carried on till late.

With our feet all bare.

We walked past noon.

We ran till the dawn.

Saying ‘hello’ to the moon,

We went on and on.

We smiled through the pain,

We just didn’t cry.

We laughed in vain.

Till our lips went all dry.

We went on as if,

We had nothing to fear,

Along the chills and amidst

All those glares.

We went about striding

To the place we belong.

And thus, we reached our destination

As we went on and on.

©Khushi Suneja