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.