Tall and strong,
Once had hairs too long,
Seeing my tee shirt,
Speaks aloud, 'billa-bong'.
She's the one who's close to me,
But her life is open to me,
She trusts me around 80 percent,
Atleast that's what i feel relevant.
Her social graph is equivalent to grave,
Keeps varying like a sine wave,
People keep going and returning,
Relations never end, just keep burning,
This is her philosophy about friendship!
She's moody,
Sometimes rude(ey),
Likes to agrue and fight,
I tell her, I'd slap her tight,
But, whenever she feels low,
She comes to me and takes a bow,
Agrees that if she'd had done what i said,
She'd have saved herself from the mess spread.
Inspite of the bumpy relation that we share,
We are the ones about whom we care,
Will tease, will argue, will fight,
But will come back together, whatever be the plight.
Guess that's the real fun of this relation,
To deal together, every situation.
I'm happy, she's a part of my life,
But hell, she's lucky 'coz am a part of her life !! :D