And there I was Giving you water Every now and then Wish I knew it was the last time Amma And there you were on the opposite end of the line Talking to me with so much dejection Wish I Knew it was The last time Appa And there I was at my bestie’s house Seeing her happy Wish I Knew it was The last time before things ended between us … Sometimes The last time was at a train station Sometimes it was at a Friend’s wedding Sometimes it was at the Airport Sometimes it was in the message sent Never enough time between now and the last time Whenever that happens Maybe there were words unspoken Maybe there was love unexpressed Maybe there were emotions unsettled But for the Souls united eternally There Never is a Last time …
@jskls Lakshmi, well expressed about "last time" and I feel for you. If we know about when it is last time, there must be no regrets.
Dear Lakshmi @jskls , Only after an event ends We realise it was the last time, Only when the person is no more We realise and remember the last time! Time and the earthly bonding are lost But the painful memories live on To torment our leftover time; Last time seems to last forever! Would we be any better if we knew in advance The event would be for the last time? Do we need the forewarning to be better? Can we make every time the best last time? Well written, Lakshmi.
With every goodbye, we learn. We learn, oh boy, do we learn. Experience and observation has taught me that an algorithm that makes the goodbye's more bearable is: amma, appa, spouse, children are dear and memories, feelings, regrets and joys related to them are to be held deep in the heart. The rest of the world is more dispensable than we think and it can go do something fabulous with itself if a goodbye happens.
Thanks for sharing some wonderful lines there. Yes that should be the aim. Treat every time as the last time and it will be the best with everyone
yes we do learn with every goodbye. As long as there is a proper closure it helps us to move on and let it go. Nothing is indispensable and that is the saddest truth.
Every last time means there was a first time and hopefully many good times in between. Being grateful for the time we did have can be a salve, albeit a poor one, for a regretful conscience. Beautiful poem Lakshmi!