People come and go.
Permanence is one thing that never exists in this fast-changing world.
We live and we die. We say ‘hi’ then we bid ‘goodbye’.
We sing along a good old song, and then it ends.
Someone touches our lives, the next moment they’re gone.
Just like that.
Not a day’s notice, not a word of warning.
They come and they go, and then we’re never ever the same.
We learn the hard way that nothing’s definite, only goodbyes.
One day or the other, we lose someone and the only way to cope is to LET GO.
But who’s ever ready to let go?
When letting go means losing the things that truly matter.
Who’s ever ready to let go?
When letting go means losing pieces and parcels of one’s soul.
When it means waking up in the morning, feeling less of a person with a big hole in your heart.
Really. Who’s ever ready to let go?
We hold a million strings in our hands,
Borrowed lives, fleeting time, passing love;
But at the end of the day, none of them is ours to keep.
We hold tight to the things we believe would last forever,
but none of them ever does.
One by one they’ll seep out from our grips, like the fine grains of sand we try to keep in our palms.
We can muster every bit of rage,curse the gods, cry our hearts out,
But at the end of the day, we have to let go.
We have to let go.
Gone in this world but never in our hearts..:)