• tamanna3 20w

    • A bird that flies amidst growls of thunder
    • A salient voice that is sucked into a void
    • A fairytale that lives in a world of wars
    • A sunflower that is in love with the moon


    I gather four torn pieces of a letter and twenty
    three petals of black roses, then lay them side by side, willing to witness a work of farewell. But this silence is deafening and my mind too tired, to pick the handful of remnant voices in a dying wind. I steal a last glance before taking on the same way to an end.


    ( maybe I'm wrong, maybe this isn't the beginning of an end- the thoughts echo louder than ever, but it's time, as always )

    An hour passes, or perhaps two.

    There's another letter at the doorstep, and a bunch of roses. A group of poets and another group of florists enter through the backdoor. They spend an hour, and leave.
    Just like that.
    :
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    Farewells are never easy. Unsaid goodbyes are tougher. For all the world and its people debate on, life oscillates between predictability
    and coincidences. A cosmos of thoughts in the
    mind and another of stellar orbs outside. For even the sky is a misnomer to a dweller beyond ours.

    A million years pass by in a flash. Our perception
    of years, only a mere tool to help us survive the brevity of an existence.


    I replay a jouska of yesterday but it plainly gives away the mundanity of days I'm living. I convince myself saying, atleast these emotions name me alive. For what's in a farewell, is also in voids. And it smells of an old love.


    You and I, we're all living at ENDS.

    - Tam

    / To all the unsaid goodbyes, and voided presences /

    Edit - This post is directed (in a quite indirect way) to the people I met here, who left without a goodbye. Unsaid words of farewell hurt more, still we can't stop loving the ones who left. I'm putting this up only later, coz I couldn't tell them anyway. It's been a long time here, and things just happen. People happen. But some day, we've to let go of everything, coz they just go anyway.

    A farewell is a #paradox , including this. Khamsamnida Yeoreobun ��

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