I used to think friendships become stronger over years. That the bond gets stronger one year at a time. But it’s not like that. It just happens. It might even happen on your first waffle together or just a walk.
I would say, be with people who invest in you, invest in your happiness. Sometimes being soulmates doesn’t mean that you get to marry each other, have babies and live a life together. There’s more to soulmates, even friends can be soulmates. When you know that you’ll be there for each other, no matter what. What else do you need.

There’s nothing sweeter in this world than your friends calling your name, your friends who are proud to have you. And these are the best kind of people. When you’re having a bad day, just hangout with them, share a thought and feel loved and just okay.

Truth is, so many people are in love and are not together and so many people are not in love and together. But, friendships sort all. It’s the parachute which helps you fall smoothly in love with your friends.

Life is like climbing. And in life there are peaks and valleys. Sometimes you’re at top and sometimes you get stuck in the valley. Love is a hope, a feeling that there’s no valley. Love can over power anything and can make you do unbelievable things.

Love is like wings of happiness, flying you through mountains of hope.

And when you’re in love with your friends, it’s like the ocean in a summer day, calm and relaxing, that’s how I feel. All the beautiful memories they add up to.

So, go grab a cup of coffee in this chilly weather with them because it’s okay to fall in love with your best friends.

Once I was about to leave for college in the morning and my dad suddenly walked up to me and said, Baby don’t do anything wrong that would tarnish the reputation of the family. I was shocked. I smiled and shook my head and left for my classes.

Some people have a very friendly relationship with their parents. Mine is not such a case. My parents are not strict on the outside but one thing is sure that they mean what they say. They are sometimes friendly, sometimes very formal. My mother often takes a sarcastic note on my behaviour.

Also, they don’t tell me what to do and what not to do like typical parents do. They expect me to understand the situation and do the right thing on myself.

You can fly as high as you want.

But remember that a flying kite is always bound by its threads.

Your parents, who gave you wings and set you free so that you can achieve the sky

And at the same time they keep you safe from the storm.

Never forget your roots.

Growing up came quickly.

This year my friends and I had planned a night out outside main city. It was the first time I really wanted to go outside city with friends and chill. So, I told my parents that I have to attend an event in college which will extend overnight and I’ll stay in hostel.

They said, yes. I was amused that they believed on my cooked up story. So, when we actually went for the trip, it went well. We had fun and we were safe. Nothing unusual happened except the fact that I was really guilty that my parents trust me so much and I lied to them for such a stupid one day get away with friends.

The cute fact is when I returned home tired, they asked me how the event went and dad worried that I couldn’t sleep well in the hostel. Oh my God. I swear that I felt moment that these guys love me so much and I’m doing all this.

This incident made me realise the importance I have in their lives and they are in mine.

And you’re not supposed to look back.

You’re supposed to be keep going.

So, forget whatever mishaps you did.

Your parents will always hold your kite and never let go of it.

Sometimes you may feel that the thread is broken,

but no there might be some bends,

but the thread can never break.

Family is not a special thing. Family is everything. Family is going to love you no matter how you are, what you do, what you wear, how you speak. Family never judges you.

Make your parents feel your presence. They will forget what you said, what you did but they will never forget how you made them feel.

Money can’t buy happiness, but the moments you spend with them, will.

When someone says they are busy, you should know how it works. One always has a choice and you’re not a priority. Don’t make your parents feel neglected.

Home is a feeling.

Spend time with grandparents to get their wisdom. Spend time with kids to learn to take life less seriously and being happy without any reason.

If your parents had bad day at work, try to give a little extra happiness to them. Be the ocean. Giving away drops won’t change the ocean.
Finally I’d like to share what I learnt from my parents, they are very simple people. They never spend a penny on themselves but ensure that their kids get the best opportunities and never feel less.

Never regret being yourself. Because if you’re truly you then one day people are going to wish they were you.

Yeah, so you already know which people are more important. Once you start staying close to right people, the wrong one will go away. And believe me, whatever you do, your parents will never disown you.

I want to be the feeling that stays on your tongue after eating a chocolate which makes you want more.

I want to be the gentle light that enters through your window which wakes you up in the morning.

I want to be the peace you get while you lay down on the bed with hands and legs wide open, looking at the ceiling fan as it gives you breeze, it’s the only sky that you own.

I want to be the dust that stays on your book shelf who knows your secrets more than anyone.

I want to be the coffee stain on your table which reminds you of the sleepless nights you’ve had thinking of someone you barely knew.

I want to be a part. I want to be the very reason which will never let you forget that you’re still a child who wants to cuddle in his mother’s arms, a child who wants to make his parents proud, a child who doesn’t like spinach, a child who’s not afraid.

I know. And I’ll meet you soon while you’re struck in disbelief, I’ll remind you all the stories.

When you help them build stairs to the moon, And you think you all are going together and reach up soon.But you forget one important thing, The wooden staircase could take only one person at a time.

So they climb up, leaving you behind.

You thought we’ll all stand together, once we reach.But a lesson did they teach?

But momma said always help people, be kind and generous,Don’t say I, but worry about the ‘Us’.But momma didn’t know that people no longer care,They get what what they want, and do not do fair.They forget your help or the days they needed you,The one who made the stairs and was left behind by you.

I laugh in despair, that momma when they had reached up,At least they didn’t break the stairs,I should have believed they never cared.

But momma you never told me that I had to be little selfish,All I did was share and share until things got finished.

I should have kept some things for myself in this world,Days after days things got more swirled.I got infuriated by all this muddle,I was left alone, with no one to cuddle.

I cried, I shouted, I screamed.For God, what bad have I done,that I could not get to my dream.

I vowed to not help people anymore,Not be kind or generous, or helping a sore.I saw the world through a broken glass,I was drawing myself away from the mean class.

But deep in my heart, I believed,That the one who’s the strongest, and kindest,Then success, happiness all you achieve!I knew how to build those stairs, so I did it again,I learnt from experience, I grew from that pain.

I reached even higher than they can imagine ever,And they were back in news telling me clever.Oh fools, I thought, what have you done,You never knew there’s a difference between a planet and the sun!

But one thing all we must learn from now,Look for real people, because it’s a fake town.Share only with those who’re worthy of that gift,The people, who are there and never split.

And you need to give yourself, is your help first,So that you climb up the moon, with the stairs you trust.

Be kind, sincere and fearless,Because you’re special, and you’re no less!

Hey guys, I’ve written this poem on my personal experience, it’s straight from the heart, and it’s my present story, if you liked it,share and help spread the word, thanks!