The old table.

An evening to remember
A memory to cherish
A smile, a wink
All as if blurred in a blink.

Those jokes leaving an after taste
Those funny moments, and moments with zero weight
Explanations ridiculous all
Meaningless banter, claims- drunk and tall.

Coffee, sandwiches, chips and shots
Gossips, rumors, make believe plots
Fantasies ahoy! And plans many
Intentions shady, yet consequences seemingly sunny.

She was sitting with her group at their old table
The one in the nooky corner
Wood chipping, scribbling all over
Life years later, more settled not calmer.

Old friends sitting all over again
Reminiscing old times and people
Unlike those days, none had much to say
Counting their words, so they could, and not just may.

Life goes on, and so do cafรจs
A group today and tomorrow new again
What stays though, is timeless & strong


8 thoughts on “The old table.

  1. I think I understand what you want to convey, though I am not sure.
    I would, however, put this on record: there always are better friends who are yet to meet.
    I have long pondered over the diminishing bonds from college, because at that time it seemed as if it would last forever. Couple of years hence, it looks almost over, sadly. Maybe with the change of context, things lose relevance. Maybe they were never really that close in the first place…

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