Am I shrivelling away
at times, holding myself seems impossible
a time comes, when a simple goodbye seems hard
every morning I bid myself a goodbye
walking out into the reality
becoming an affiliation of others
running errands to meet the ends
an oblivion seems like a long-lost pining
When the anarchy becomes unendurable
I shut my ears, with the loud music
that will just leave me with my thoughts
propelling me into my escapade
wish it was always easier.
I am not so good at goodbyes.
Some partings …are helpful. ;)…and easy to say ..because its just getting rid of people…but some good byes are painful…because we don’t want to part with our loved ones.
My lovely lil daughter , is realizing the parting dilemmas , she is in a stage now to realize what exactly ‘good byes’ mean. I have noticed that , whenever she is back from her school,, and bids good byes to her friends , she hated it so much. She never wanted to be away from them, but later on things changed, she realized that its not a leave taking , but a small bye for a short time and she will be meeting them again.
Later she started to take such things lightly and enjoyed waving her hands to her friends to say good bye and meet them again later. Whenever her dad leaves for office , earlier she enjoyed to wave him bye-bye , but now , she knows that those bye-byes…. are meant for a little longer time for him to come back, ,and she will not get him to play with ,and now she likes to wait for her dad to be back home , she keeps checking the footsteps and keep asking me “who is coming” and waits for me to tell her that its her dad.
The same magic applied, ‘the wait for something ‘, when her grandparents left, we told her ,, in order for her to chat with them again, they have to go and so she consoled herself .
Its so appreciative to see kids admire people in their life and value them.