Farewell Party

On the eve

of farewell

while reminiscing all

the crests and troughs

we went through 

we laugh and cry

cold breeze dance with

the flashback of memories

written in the horizon of these sky

is an era—

of whose 

vestige are etched eternally

upon our hearts

the next day we gear up

for the party

we click pictures and save emotions

we eat muffins and devour the sorrow

in the end—

there’s pin drop silence

the farewell note reads—

moments become memories

people become stories

and that’s life.