You know what,
People are meant to leave;
sometimes with a frown,
sometimes with a crown.

You know what,
people are meant to leave;
Sometimes in the dusk,
Sometimes in the dawn.

And you know what,
When they are meant to be gone,
Sometimes the reason is unknown,
Sometimes they never give one.

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When you miss a flight

Sat there watching planes take off and land
remembering the times we flew hand in hand
Times when sun came up with vivid views
and my angel appeared through orange hues

I watch the folks come off their long flights
of unmoving clouds and pitch dark nights
Tired faces light up, hearts land from skies,
belts unbuckle as they rub their sleepy eyes

Daughters run to their father, hug a leg each
Jumping with excitement, his arms they reach
A tired son with a backpack, a bearded brother
fall into the arms of a tearful mother

A boy and a girl kiss like it’s their last time
Glance a thousand dreams bloom in prime
Familiar emotions I see but in faces of strangers
I am rescued again from my day full of errors

Feels so long since I waved her that goodbye
Kissed her forehead, eyes and watched her fly
I know everything’s still fine in this world
like the moment just before I let go of my girl

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For the last time,
I took a tear from your lash;
it's going to fall apart,
Soaked my brush to paint canvas;
for it had been my favourite colour
from the very start,
Stroke once, twice and thrice;
and had emerged a phenomenal art,
Yes! it's love who's rolling down,
disbursing into some chromatic memories;
there we're ready to depart.

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Doors were closed
Windows left open
All set
For departure.

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I am used to goodbyes.
Goodbyes are always loyal;
even after the
departure,it stays
with us forever.

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Sometimes
we ought to be bad
in someone's story
to leave them behind.

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Ten years with Delhi,
one month with you.
As my date of departure
comes closer,
it's not leaving Delhi
that I dread,
but you.

You screened me
from the ills of this selfish city.
I'm no more as heartless
as I used to be.
As I leave,
I'm taking a bit of you
with me, in me.

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"Departure"
Usual it might sound
But left me with different wound
While going through the street
I cried for the people I didn't meet
I took all my paintings off the wall
Yet I lost a piece of my heart in the hall
With a heavy heart I left my room
& they say I move on too soon
The miseries, I'm going through
are not letting me to adapt to the new
Baby, It's not something that I cannot show
It's something that I won't let you know

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