2025 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Goodbyes are a sour thing.

I have never really been good at them.

A new year,

A new chapter,

A new heart,

Meeting new people to forget old ones ,

It all feels like an ending rather than a beginning,

Slowly old faces morph into new ones,

Their voice,

Their laugh ,

Their scent,

Their eyes that held stories that they wouldn’t dare to tell anyone else ,

They convulse slowly.

As if begging for more time , something that we humans never get.

Its true , if you want to forget people , situations, feelings ,

You can never hate them ,

Hate will be engraved in your heart for times to come ,

Hate is easy , it’s weak and its undeniably necessary at a point but,

If you want to let go of something, hate shouldn’t exist.

And unless you forgive , you can never grow.

Birds are not meant to be caged ,

They are born to fly ,

And deep down one knows imprisoning them is a sin.

Letting go.

Such a hard word in itself.

A word that entices heartache like no other.

Sometimes you pluck the moon from the nightsky ,

Its beautiful, enslaving perhaps.

It swims in you ,

It conquers your mind ,

Flows through the very blood that your heart pumps,

But when it is time , one should have the courage to put it back from where they stole it.

To release what once was is the greatest strength anyone can carry.

I will love you for the time that i have left on this planet, and i will care deeply just like i promised,

But i will no longer hold your hand , you will no longer be the person i run to , and words will cease to exist.

This new year ,

I let you fade,

This new year ,

I am okay with you finding home in others.

Khwabon mai tum kho chuke ho ,

Ye mulaqaat hum bhul chuke hai

Kasoor koi bhi nahi ,

Bas tumse abh hum guzhar chuke hai.

Goodbye 2025.

You took more than you gave.

———prachi Dhawan