PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Some people, are there,

Whom I truly miss.



Not necessarily are those

Who have departed my geography.

Not only those

Who live in another time,

or those who have rested their heads

on the pillows of my memory.



Not only these define

what “empty” is like.



I miss the ones who change,

Reasonably, or not,

Logically, or not,

Knowingly and not

I wonder if their change is eternal

Or not,

I can’t help it,

Why the change, why the eyes which glistened,

Now choose to be shut?



Those are whom I miss the most,

Those are the true good-bye sayers,

The ones who change -with a full right to this,

A transformation that isn’t just a phase,

I can’t say it right, if it is all sane, what I have just said.



I’m not against the shape that bends

Without being broken,

I am not fighting the winds that choose to depart

To another ocean,



Change is evitable,

But the steel

that loses its heart under the fire,

is not to be proud…