“okay then, goodbye”:
stories have a tendency to end in the
most
cliched manner, as if they just can’t find some-
thinkg different, perhaps a hello at the end,
a promise of something that begins and goes
on still, but endings are supposed to be sad
all the time, many a time. Perhaps all I need
to do
is
to
never
let
stories
end,
and that’d give to me my choice of an ending
or no ending, a discrepancy of sorts in the end.
.
This is Poem # 9 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems Challenge.
Why is it so?- We realize someone’s importance in life only when that person is gone or is about to go.
Why is it so?- We can’t make the first move…everyone wants the other person to make the first move.
Why is it so?- I miss someone and now want to talk to that person… oh! but that person is gone in a way that the person would never return.
Things unsaid… Talks unfinished… Friendship futile…
It would not be morally good on my part to share this story but may be, I need to see what other people think about it…
A girl I met in school, a girl i befriended(sort of anyway), a girl i talked to about each and every class gossip, a girl who stopped communicating, a girl who went away- flew away towards eternity after a short period of time…
Now I think why I ended our friendship? Just because she also ended it. Why I couldn’t start anew and be a friend of hers… Oh- these questions, these mere questions- they don’t hold any importance now..
Its been 7 months… but still these questions arise in my mind……
I want to know where does the pride come in way of friendship? Why we resolute to maintain silence?
Oh! Why is it so “the end” enlightens us and makes us realize our mistakes……
That night I received the call from a friend conveying to me that ‘she’ has gone…. Just gone like that.
And since then, I am looking for these answers…. to these questions that arise and go but I know they would arise again until when I get the answers.
There is no particular answer…. no particular answer would satisfy me…
The relation- the friendship which could have been revived is gone forever- it can only be talked about….
I still have kept a diary on which we played some silly games some times….
Oh! The time has gone….. The end had to come…..
Hope… To understand
Hope… To know the truth
Hope… To grab the light
Hope… The answers would come
Truth… The end would come
Truth… There is an end to everything
Hope… I would understand
Its existence
Its beauty
Its darkness
Its Light
Its Truth…
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