A Select Few
A Select Few2 mins 7 2 mins 7
In a thousand goodbyes
A thousand deaths I’ve died
I've met a dozen people
But when I said good-bye
I only had a few by my side
I thought a lot about the sad repercussions
For thinking too deep, longing for deep discussions
Maintaining the shallow connections that I was making
Switching faces with switching persons…
So much like an apparition
I followed the rule of handshakes
At times welcomed every hug that felt so warm and nice
But found the meaning only in the eyes of the one’s
To whom I conveniently lied
I faked too many cries,
Enjoyed jokes that I despised
Avoided much discomfort,
Though I shouldn't have at times
For some, I tried hard to sync
And when I did connect,
I thought about why they wouldn't listen,
Even though, so often I did
They left, some smiled,
But some friendships still thrived
Maybe I'm sad for the wrong reasons and they all are really fine
But what if I’m the one who turned-out right?
What if it’s going to be them and their frivolous talks all night?
Am I really obliged to say goodbye?
Wish I could break the ritual this time
Glad I’m not the only one here
Glad it’s not all of them that I’ll say bye to
They may stand far apart...
Probably they will only disturb me in my thoughts
Forever living in my heart
I'm glad I met them and all the rest though
The realisation is always good
I'll remember all, everyone I spoke to
But I’m glad I’ll smile at the thought of only a select few.