So many people saying farewell
And getting sentimental over and over and over again
It makes me feel as guilty as hell
Coz I haven’t yet started feeling the same

After a whole week of
Sulking, brooding, moonin’ and mopin’
After a whole semester of
Waiting for that nostalgia start kickin’

It seems it didn’t really come so sudden after all ..
It has slowly seeped in and settled
And manifested itself in this default mode overall
Of well lets say ... a low energy level

When everything I look at
Is with a tiny sigh
And all the words I say
Are tinged with an inky black dye.

To all my friends who may complain
Of me being stone/ tin/ hollow hearted
Or "weirdly cheerful" most of the time
Let them know
That goodbyes and nostalgia
Aren’t really verbal or sublime

Most goodbyes in life are unsaid
In these times of mails, messengers, Orkuts and Skypes
Most goodbyes are silent & unobtrusive
Unseen and unwanted ... they tip toe into our lives

Phone calls turn into chats
Chats into orkut scraps
Scraps turn into mails
And mails turn into forwards so juvenile
That soon these forwards too seem futile..

And a day of silence
Turns into a short swift week
Then weeks, months and years pass by...
And one day suddenly we look around to see ...

The room empty of that old familiar face
And the echoes of unsaid goodbyes seem
To rush into your heart and leave an ache
That is when the real goodbyes have been said

Lucky for me
I write this when friends abound
Lucky for me
I dont like to turn around