Goodbye..

goodbye..
was it a hug, a wave, a sigh?
was it a tear splashing out of the eye?
was it nothing short of an honest lie?

goodbye..
was it a reluctantly bid adieu?
was it old worries with anxiety anew?
was it all alone with the person thats you?

goodbye..
was it a bold decision to make?
was it too rash a step to take?
was it loss of love or heartbreak?

goodbye..
was it the wilderness of the night?
was it a dim light trying to burn bright?
was it courage defeating fright?

goodbye..
was it a hushed-up groan or a stiffled moan?
was it undernourished, was it overgrown?
was it miscellaneous complications unknown?

goodbye..
was it over-the-top, a let-down or just mediocre?
was it dull black & white, or deep dark ochre?
was it absolutely daft and off the rocker?

goodbye..
was it a grudge? was it treason?
was it a careless change of season?
was it denial devoid of any reason?

goodbye..
was it easy to be able to cope?
\was it like the mighty tug of a rope?
was it the difference between eternity and hope?

goodbye..
was it out of sympathy or fear?
was it oh-so-far and yet so near?
was it utterly plain, simple and clear?

goodbye..
was it the end of continual pain?
was it the howling wind or the deafening rain?
was it acknowledgement without refrain?

goodbye..
was it too seemingly odd?
was it the close of a life terribly flawed?
was it just us, or was it God?

Not justifying it. (a thought process)

Its been bothering me for a while now. And I know its not reason enough to actually take it into account and start justifying. But it still strikes me as odd to not have a reason to iterate what maybe. And what may not. For there are many ideas and fleeting schemes that might matter at a particular point of time. But seeing it through till the very end is what causes, (for lack of a better phrase to explain it) - rebellion.

And my system is accustomed to it. In irritating, thoughtful ways.

Why can it not be simple and straightforward? There just have to be all these devious means and methods of bringing about change. Majorly, none of it holds as much significance over time and the complications seem ineffective and morose. And the aftermath causes change of course and the initial stuff is conviniently forgotten, left behind for the new. There are remembrances ofcourse, and reminisciences. 'If' becomes a way of life, the only unquestionable explanation as the conclusion would remain aloof. Fantasy over reality, the shortcut out. But if it weren't as tedious and attention-seeking, would there have been any interest in the first place? As atrocious as it may seem, the mind plays games of its own. There's nothing wayward about it. Only implications of what is known and confirmed, else how would you base the unknown? There would be no reason to go on. Which asks of the reason yet again. Why did it start? How will it end? Make-up your own ideologies, justify the null and keep going. It can get as complicated as you want it to. Even though simplicity is what lies beneath. You decide the end with whatever you've made of it.

And that's what makes you.