The farewell of life

Innocent eyes looking up to the sky
The gaze does not reach where it should have
Blinded by ways of the adults –
For such names had they been given,
He tries to find the difference between he and I.

Tiny fingers locked with mine,
We walked by, every details in mind.
But, to each our own ways,
To each our own views,
Again, the same path we are bound to share.

The spark filling those eyes,
Questions dawn in the mind.
What he sees and I do not,
I keep wondering,
As people come and go by.

The ways of parting,
The approach to farewells,
Don’t I, among others, know it too well?
The bonds that break, the feelings that blur,
Such is the fate at the crossroads of life.

Innocent eyes looking up to the sky,
The time has not come yet for him to fly.
Our grasp loosen as the seconds glide by,
The smiles fade as the hearts cry.
It has now come to the final goodbye.

~ by Nussaibah on February 3, 2009.

13 Responses to “The farewell of life”

  1. Wow, just that, wow… It’s been such a long time since i read a poem of yours, and I’m still as awed as before. Love the feelings you could convey, the depth between the lines… You really wrote this marvelously. =) Love it, from the start till the end ^^ and hoping to see you start in a new era of poetry, once again… Your style just soothes me! Good work and keep up!

    ~sayuka

  2. that looks like a suicide note…..
    dnt do that nussie…
    i still need you…
    to whine to =p

  3. Lovely… its so beautiful.. like sayuka says, it really conveys the feelings.. its so well written, the words are just well chosen,

    I love this line ” The smiles fade as the hearts cry.”

  4. wow.. wonderful piece.
    Blinded by ways of the adults. so much in that line.

  5. That is sooo beautiful. You are an amazing poet =)

    I love the flow and the rhythm of the lines; it comes together so perfectly and reads so well.

    I love it =)

  6. Touching and beautiful!

  7. welcome back :D

  8. A suicide note? I didn’t get that at all. I felt a last sadness about leaving childhood behind, along with those ho are not yet ready to do the same, and getting along with an independent life.
    There is sadness here, but it strikes me as the sadness of leaving a familiar place where one feels safe.
    The ambiguity of the situation is interesting, but the language is beautiful and evocative.
    A suicide note? I’ll return and read it again with a fresh eye. For now I read a poem about leaving the old behind while not yet clearly seeing the place that it is being left for. It’s an act of faith

  9. Very moving. A beautiful poem.

  10. Thanks everyone ^^

    @ Timi
    I appreciate the thought =)

    @ Jon
    It’s exactly what I was trying to convey ^^ And no, it’s not a suicide note =P I think it’s the title who makes one think of suicide but that wasn’t the thought in my mind when I was writing this.

  11. I’m glad I remembered to come and read it gain. Poetry is always the result of what the writer brings and what the reader brings, but it’s a happy circumstance when they are in agreement.
    Keep writing your poetry. You have a rare talent and I enjoy reading it.
    I know I’m bad about visiting all of the people I should, but I’ll be back now and again.

  12. i agree with sayuka and jon… a beautiful moving poem about a young bird about to leave its nest… and maybe it’s my age or my frame of mind at the moment, but i think this is more of a mother’s poem to her child now leaving her protective arms to venture into the world and find his way on his own…

    and you have expressed how a mother feels quite eloquently and elegantly…

  13. @ Jon
    Thank you =) A happy circumstance indeed.

    @ lareine
    you’ve just shown me another way to look at the poem, thank you =)

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