The last two months before exams
When we stayed awake at night sipping
Sweet, hot, black coffee and laughing
About the stupid clueless guys in class,
Staring at the clear night sky, sneaking
Up to the terrace and lying on the roof,
All the while knowing that we had to study,
And yet, always ending up talking and laughing.
Those days, we thought this would last forever
The last day came, we hugged and kissed
Promised to keep in touch, though we were
All going different ways.
Sometimes I wonder whether
We were stupid enough to believe
That things would always be
Just the way we wanted it to be.
Now, I cherish the rare moments
When I hear from the eight of you.
Sometimes I wonder whether it was
A mistake that all of you went ahead
And changed so drastically that
I almost didn’t recognize you, while
I still remained the same, hoping
You’d remember those days
Before we went different ways,
And became different people.