You know what is the saddest thing in the world??
The saddest thing in the world is to die alone.
To not being able to say the last goodbye before you leave this world.
Forever.
To Someone.
To not being able to say, it was such a good life.
I had a broken heart once or twice... broke one or two.
I had my share of winnings and mostly losses.
I had my best sunny days and gloomy rainy days.
It had been such a lively life.
It has happened so may times that you went away from a person--
In anger, in rage.
And never turned back to look into their eyes.
You never know when it is the last goodbye.
Always hoping- I should have gone back..
Never going back.
You never know when it is the last meeting.
I had this friend of mine in school--who knew all I was.
I knew all she was.
We shared our secrets and benches and crushes and clothes.
She was a Ricky Ponting fan, and I was Brett Lee fan
And together we cheered for Australia in cricket matches.
She liked pink, I liked blue, but we both liked yellow and green.
We wrote poems. We wrote letters. To each other.
School ended.
Many years later there was a fight. Which now seems so silly.
And I left without saying a goodbye.
A year later she died. And I never could say a goodbye.
Never could say...lets sort our things and say a goodbye.
I never can. She never can.
Sometimes I find her letters..sometimes our grainy childhood pictures.
She died in solitude...never saying her last goodbye.
The saddest thing in the world is to die alone.
To not being able to say the last goodbye before you leave this world.
Forever.
To Someone.
To not being able to say, it was such a good life.
I had a broken heart once or twice... broke one or two.
I had my share of winnings and mostly losses.
I had my best sunny days and gloomy rainy days.
It had been such a lively life.
It has happened so may times that you went away from a person--
In anger, in rage.
And never turned back to look into their eyes.
You never know when it is the last goodbye.
Always hoping- I should have gone back..
Never going back.
You never know when it is the last meeting.
I had this friend of mine in school--who knew all I was.
I knew all she was.
We shared our secrets and benches and crushes and clothes.
She was a Ricky Ponting fan, and I was Brett Lee fan
And together we cheered for Australia in cricket matches.
She liked pink, I liked blue, but we both liked yellow and green.
We wrote poems. We wrote letters. To each other.
School ended.
Many years later there was a fight. Which now seems so silly.
And I left without saying a goodbye.
A year later she died. And I never could say a goodbye.
Never could say...lets sort our things and say a goodbye.
I never can. She never can.
Sometimes I find her letters..sometimes our grainy childhood pictures.
She died in solitude...never saying her last goodbye.
Comments
Post a Comment