My Cab Mates

Friendship happens, we don’t make it,

We are just for each other, need not to prove it.

When someone misses the cab, the absence taste sour,

With their presence, life bounces back and is full of vigour.

Angels can’t stop gossiping even if it’s a knick- knack,

They keep admiring until the beauty code is cracked.

Early morning shift, we need to get ready in a jiffy,

Angels cover their eyes with 'kajal', I'm left puffy.

Talks are loud and decibel is enough to make others go deaf,
But who cares when our topic starts cooking, all eyes on head chef.

Dieting and weight loss is a common topic, even the dream give us a scream,

Ignoring all thoughts we end up hogging masalapuri, paav bhajji and lots of ice cream.

Boisterous comedy is good for our health may not be for others,

Working out to reduce weight is a myth for us, this is our saviour.

Travelling in cab is real fun when we tune the channel to 93.4 radio,

Time flies and with not much surprise, feels like in a music studio. 

Job brought us all together, job is taking us away,

Don’t know whom to blame, its fate or am I being carried away.

Days are not far when we all will be not together to socialize,

Things happened quick, thinking about wholesome, it’s hard to realize.

We may get busy in our own lives and distance look like an exile,
But thinking about the good old times we will never forget to smile.