My Jouney With You Poem by emerald eyes

Our friendship started seven years ago,
from then began a wonderful tale to tell,
the story of our friendship,
does it ring a bell?

I'll never forget the first day of my school
and the way you showed me around
You told me what 'hookline and thinker' was,
and that in maths period, I shouldn't make a sound.

But we weren't friends yet,
Just good classmates
We didn't play or make any bets
We didn't remember any important dates.

As the year ended we were friends,
but not so strong
and it is here that concluded
a wonderful chapter of our song.

As time went on,
we drifted far apart,
a 'hi' or a 'bye' here and there,
or just a smile to play the part.

Then out of the blue one day,
you came upto me
you asked why I wasn't coming to English Class,
and told that you joined it that past week.

From then on,
the actual saga of our friendship started,
We became close friends
and promised that our ways were never to be parted.

Shinu, you and I
became the hillwoodian trio,
the funniest in class,
the wierdest in Meenu Mam's bio.

The little chit-chats
and our idiotic fights
which movie is better
or who has got a taller height.

Everybody wanted a group like us
a friendship to last long,
but what nobody noticed was,
that you and I shared a stronger bond.

This was in class eighth,
the year I'll never forget.
We were three lucky mates,
which were hard for anybody else to get.

When ninth class started,
we shared the same stron bond,
but eventually, Shinu parted
and you and I held on.

This is one year my hert is never going to shun.
it was totally about you and me
while having the same tutions,
we had only fun and happiness to see.

Going to the same classes,
coming home back
we did everything together
collecting numerous memories to be racked.

You were my rock that year,
exactly how a best friend should be
nothing else really mattered,
just a smile was meant to be.

I forgot to mention that camping trip,
In which a dog took my sweater,
the fact that you and Shinu were with me,
made it all the more better.

Tenth grade started,
It was then things got complicated
Our group expanded,
And now I am not sure if I should have been elated

shinu, Palak and Mudit
are friends just as important
Buit when three became five,
politics was imminent.

I am not sure just how to describe that year
It has some distinguishing qualities
It was full of laughs, happiness, sadness and fear,
it was both a fairytale and a grim reality.

In this particular year,
we laughed a lot more
A more happier one,
harder than before...

TO BE CONTINUED
(do tell how was it! The poem is LONG, and I mean it! So, If you all like it, then only I'd coninue!)