Just Three of Them (And That’s More Than Enough)

 🌸Just Three of Them (And That’s More Than Enough)🌸

I have got just three friends.....yes, only these three,

No squads, no gangs, just this wild trinity.

Samiksha, Ananya, and Smriti --- the core of my plot,

I don’t have photos with them, but memories? A LOT.

With them, I talk for hours, even though I hate calls,

Yet their names light up my screen and my walls.

I’m the extrovert they unlocked, while the world sees a ghost,

They know the real me, the chaos, the roast.

In 20 years of my life, through college, through space,

Three years apart or more, still nothing can replace.

We’ve lived in cities far apart, but the bond never shakes,

And we’ll be best friends till our children cut wedding cakes.

They don’t judge my rants, my silence, my tone,

With them, I’m never truly alone.

They're miles away in the southern breeze,

While I freeze in the north, missing them with ease.

But here's a dream I won’t ever skip 

A messy, laughter-packed four-person trip.

And if they think they’re special reading this rhyme

Relax, you’re just content for poem-making time.

🌷 Samiksha: My Comfort in Chaos 🌷

Samiksha, my human diary, my childhood thread,

We met, we drifted, then destiny re-read.

From classroom benches to coaching fate,

We met again and since then? Just great.

She’s the one who hears it all first-hand,

My feelings, my mess, she understands.

Not just a friend, she's that gentle zone,

Where my storms settle, where I feel home.

With her, it's always real, nothing to fake,

No performance, no mask, no smile to make.

She's not just close, she's part of my heart,

The kind of bond that never falls apart.

So if you see me soft and open like a book,

That’s Samiksha's magic, go take a look.

But hey, she’s not special, don’t let her gloat

She’s just the one who got the longest note.

📚 Ananya: My Bookish Bell-Ringer 📚

Ananya, the page-turner with laughter in her spine,

Since class 5, your chaos has danced with mine.

She reads like a scholar, but plays like a brat,

We have rung more doorbells than I can chat.

No selfies, no reels, but memories galore,

From running wild to chatting at the door.

And oh, her mom’s parathas? That flavor still stays,

I had trade Wi-Fi for one of those days.

Ananya and I , a duo oddly paired,

Books in her hand, and me mostly unprepared.

But she’s my calm, my nerdy vibe,

The one who never leaves my tribe.

So now don’t blush or cry,

You're just here ‘cause you qualify.

🎓Smriti: The Gossip Queen & Final Survivor🎓

Smriti, the class-topper star,

Whose sarcasm hits like a speeding car.

From cycle rides to school days gone,

Roasting our teachers from dusk to dawn.

Together we gossiped, danced with no grace,

Our old photos? Crimes against face.

She’s the friend who stuck through every trend,

When every group died , we stayed till the end.

Same stream till twelve, then paths apart,

But she's still my twin in heart and chart.

No group chat survives us, it’s true and raw,

We're the last two left in every law.

She’s brainy, she's savage, she knows all my tea,

A friend like her? There just cannot be.

But again, don’t feel too touched, dear mate,

You're just another poem update.

✨ The End (But Not Really) ✨

So here’s to the three , my only, my few,

No filters, no poses, just hearts so true.

North to South, across every zone,

With you all, I never feel alone.

And when we finally take that trip,

With laughter, tears, and gossip to rip. 

I'll remind you this poem exists as proof,

That I actually do love you all aloof.

But seriously, don’t act too proud or clever,

You’re just good content for my poetry… but my favorites forever .

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THANKS FOR READING!!!

So, I wrote this poem months ago with full intentions of dropping it on Friendship Day....but let’s face it, patience isn’t in my skillset and since my poem stock is running dangerously low, I had no choice but to post it now for the sake of relevance. So yes, my contents, if you’re tearing up or blushing… calm down. You're just fulfilling my purpose.