A perfect goodbye

How often it is that we say good bye without realizing, what we are giving up. People stay, time moves on. I have often felt at loss when I think about my past, often felt I have given up more than what I should have. Kept more memories, been more careful, taken more pictures.

I even lost a printed copy of all my poems-something I used to treasure (I don’t have any soft copy either) and I could not locate it. I have lost pictures of my uni days in Sydney because I broke my external hard drives and more then that, I have lost people and whatever interest I had in them. Loss is a part of life, I am no Ghalib (who himself lost majority of his work) so I don’t have a lot of sadness over my so called attempts at poetry.

People, aha! Wonderfully different, the story here, it is as if every single individual I meet is different and yet is exactly the same. Each beginning has the same ending and the same good bye comes out the same way. I guess relationships are life; they are born only to die.

This is where I can turn to Ghalib and he wrote something so immensely deep that I can not even dare to compare it how I feel (In fact, as I have heard someone say, Ghalib tells you, what you are feeling and I agree)

मिह्र्बां हो के बुला लो मुझे चाहो जिस वक़्त
Become kind/gracious and call me, at whichever time you might choose/want,
मैं गया वक़्त नहीं हूं कि फिर आ भी न सकूं
I’m not passed/gone time, that I wouldn't even/also be able to come again

A perfect goodbye, this should be. Anything that has a hint of hope, we should take. Unfortunately it is very often that we humans even stop and think of it. When we do, it is momentary and we forget even that as soon as we have any distractions (T.V. is popular for that very reason, IMO)

Here I am saying this perfect goodbye and telling me, I am not like time lost and I shall appear if called for. I have lost all sense of ego when I say this and I truly think that is the right way. I can keep on quoting Ghalib here but that would be pushing it.