One Last Time
One Last Time
It is sad how much one has to pack when one leaves.
We create our own baggage:
Some too heavy to carry
Some are like small boxes
Light and crisp
But too valuable to risk
So you take them with you close .
You would recall the day you first came
Cursing how in world you would be a fit here
And now the air in the room,
The lime on the roof, the writings on the wall,
The pile of books and the ones you have bookmarked
And left on the table to return
All have like become a part of you.
It is difficult to part and heavy to stay.
You would smile
Thinking about the people you have met
And the connections you have made
Amidst the roar of laughters.
You may not fully understand the language,
The gestures, the ways
Yet finding commonality with patience
And grin wide which got wider day by day;
Awaken to the fact that the best relations are the ones
Which are meant to make all smile and laugh
And perhaps then whatever we carry, how heavy, it is alright.
You would look one last time at the letters
Concealed in the cupboard,
Think about the things you could have done,
How things could have been at this very moment
And whisper to yourself – It is alright, not the end.