Teach me , how to part ...

Teach me , how to part ...

This one is for everyone

who whenever had a life experience
an experience where you gave it all
in return for an ambiguous call

it’s when you thought it was more
for when it seemed all too genuine
when after falling you learned to walk
but only to fall again while at the track

it’s for the times when all of us thought
oh this is it, finally it is it
only to know you became a tool
device which served the need of a fool

it’s when with a  glass of whiskey  you poured it  all
hypnotized to believe it really had potential
probable to have a mate , a safe haven
your sorry soul , became an object of recreation

It’s when each of us boarded a bus
with a thought we shared a terminus
and then hit the realization when you heard
“I have got a friend to meet, you carry on “. Period.

It’s to all who got down from a moving wagon
cause you cared too much but a very too little for own
you move down the highway with a hopeless head
and the night you cried yourself to bead

it’s to the thought “I poured the heart out in a plate”
he will be my bud through a black date
we will be equal, not so unalike
just when you heard “it’s my life you don’t interfere”

it’s when you find the words all hilarious
“don’t leave, you mean a lot more to me” , this
in your head its loud “am I indeed ?? “
“No, I’m barely a mannequin you enjoy, to dump to your mood “.

It’s to the day the moment of truth knocked
you were no more than a doormat declared
all of them came wiped their shit off
in face of it all you just couldn’t call it off

It’s to all for whom the goodbyes are too tough to be
for the few who carry heart up their sleeve
to them where tears have become nonexistent
teach me also, just how to part.

-khushi