‘What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.’
શુન્ય છે પ્રયાસ,ખબર છે
કે પ્રયાસો માં હજી કસર છે?
નથી એનાં કદીએ થવાનાં
ખાલી ખોટું વાતનું વતેસર છે!
મુલાકાત લ્યો શમણાં માં છે ગોઠવી,
રુબરૂ ના મળવાના બહાના સત્તર છે!
નિચોવી છે બધી જ લાગણીઓ આલીંગન માં,
ને વળી એ કહે છે તારું સરસ અત્તર છે!
વાસ્તવીકતા માં રહી કોરી જ સદા એ,
"જીંદગી" યાદો માં કેવી તરબતર છે!
When you try to distance yourself from the one who stole your heart.
And you realize that you’re both drifting apart.
What do you do?
I want to hear his voice, see his face everyday. But I don’t know what to say.
All I can do is pray.
Pray that one day this void I feel slowly goes away.
I wish so many positive things for him. But watching him in so much pain, waiting for the sun to bring rain.
Wash it all away.
I can only pray for his well being.
As we break apart further and further from each other.
I see sadness in his eyes, my soul cries for my sweet lover.
Do I give him space?
Watch him disappear right before my eyes, without a single trace?
This emptiness I feel, and a...
Hushed mornings like these
Reflection feels like heartbreak
All over again.
*Thoughts Of You* (on your 'would be' 80th birthday)
#FeelsLikeHeartbreak writing prompt
and i think the
is how it is so much
to just not say
Just because you’ve always been known as optimistic,
doesn’t mean you can’t break.
There’s a certain point in life,
you’ve been concealing and carrying all by yourself,
will weigh you down.
What makes it worse is when darkness surrounds you,
and makes you think of unspeakable things.
As much as you want to cry your heart out,
you are left with nothing but muffled tears.
You scream, but not a sound comes out.
Unsure of what’s exactly is the problem,
you continue to suffer in silence.
As you look at yourself in the mirror,
such a familiar face you see,
yet very unknown.
And as you stare at those eyes,
it scares you of how cold they can be.
You realize how sometimes,
I always thought
That I knew you so well
But as you sat
With Heaven beside you
While we began
To clear out
Your crowded bookshelves,
And cluttered rooms,
I started to see
All the quiet things
That no one ever knows.
And it was in those moments
That I realized
What an amazing and talented
Person you really were
And what you did for us
When life hit us hard.
If I had just one more day,
I would spend that time
Simply thanking you.
But since I can't,
I will appreciate
What I have and what I've become
Because of you. JD
*Because Of You* an ode to my...
Those who resent personal discipline are also inclined to resent the concept of karmic law. We would all like to avoid the unpleasant consequences which follow negative or destructive attitudes and actions. It would be nice to assume that our mistakes will be forgiven, and we can live happily ever after regardless of our conduct. Unfortunately, there is very little evidence to support optimism in this direction. Experience teaches us that the law of cause and effect does operate, whether we believe in it or not.
~ Manly P. Hall
Is such a beautiful color
It gives a many different feelings
Depending on the situation
What i feel
I’m now at the lowest point in my life
I’ve never experienced something like this before
Too much sadness
Too much stressed
Too much pressure
That’s why i decide to write this letter.
To let my hurt out
To make myself better
To help myself
To give me strength
You lost your way
You don’t know what you wannabe
You feel small
You’re under pressure
You want to run away from all the problems
As mariah said,
I can make it through the rain
I can stand up once again, on...
You don't know what it feels like living abroad away from family. I can't reach them when I want. I had a breakup recently and they're not here with me. I need someone to talk to, someone's lap to cry and hold them someone to make me feel that I'm not alone anymore..!!
You are one in a million. You've earned the respect of all of us here for your dedication to Lettrs. You always go the extra mile for us and that hasn't gone unnoticed, my lovely.
You have also become someone I consider a good friend. You are considerate, thoughtful and genuine. I feel very blessed to have met you here.
I also deeply admire you. I am in awe of your creative gifts! Your abilities with the pen span from remarkable and ingenious illustrations to superb poetry. I would love to own a piece of your artwork one day. Perhaps we can do a swap? 😁 Drew has been fortunate to have your loyalty to Lettrs for so many years. You talents shaped the platform in many ways.
After 7 years of bringing letters to the world, we now must say goodbye to lettrs, despite best efforts to keep it going. The world has changed, where imagery dominates the the mobile medium. The psychology of letter writing has changed too.
Thanks to everyone who was part of the lettrs experience. It means a lot to me, really.
Maybe one day we can produce a next generation lettrs, that is simpler and aligns more to how the mobile medium operates in the shallows.
So please save your letters, as in a few short days we will close down this once beautiful place.
I know all about darkness.
It can keep you hidden,
when you don’t want to be seen
but there is no freedom
to be found from being invisible.
You can’t hide from your thoughts, they linger.
Do not be afraid to acknowledge
the unspoken words,
find your voice.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
I'm starting to feel a shift in myself again,
As I am tired of punishing myself for my dark past.
Love has come & gone for me,
Sometimes it has been me at fault
Other times, it wasn't at all
Loving myself has always been a struggle for me,
It has always been easier for me to focus my attention on someone else
Well this year has forced me to re-learn what it means to love myself,
I fell back into some self destructive patterns.
& frankly, the growth I want has to start within.
So I'm shedding my skin & welcoming a new chapter.
Where my boundaries aren't up for discussion, & I see myself as a force to be reckoned with.
Deep down, I know how great of a person I...
*Sweedle's Creative Corner
It's raining here today. Steaming cups of ginger tea are being passed on by cold hands. There is conversation and laughter, and the rain.
Mohd. Rafi is singing in the background,
Asking his loved one not to leave just yet. His heart has not yet had enough.
The pitter patter of raindrops on leaves adds an urgency to his request. Rains and goodbyes are apparently immiscible.
I sneak out quietly to the terrace, while the same stories are being recalled for the hundredth time downstairs. You feature in most of them; we all do. Tales from the good old days. But nostalgia can only do so much.
And now, I stretch out my palm to touch the rain. And tha...
Appreciate the way that you feel things,
Appreciate that there will be moments without big wins,
Appreciate every single mood swing,
Appreciate the fact that it is just how your heart sings,
Appreciate the harsh and the high winds,
Appreciate your strong wings,
Appreciate that not everyone needs to be saved,
Appreciate the fallen and the brave,
Appreciate your day and how you spend it,
Appreciate the people who are present when you end it.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
Dear Drew and Lettrs Family,
Thank you so much for giving me and my artwork a special home for so many years!
I will miss reading your lettrs and meeting new friends and penpals here.
It’s not goodbye, just see you later, or soon I hope!
Skylark Challenge 3
Things I have gained
My balcony has one chair.
I think this isn't fair.
It was supposed to be two.
Looks like my sky isn't Blue.
The storm is here.
I don't have fear.
I like the wind.
I have not sinned.
There is no need to fall
I have had it all.
I have everything to gain.
Just a little bit of pain.
I sit on this chair.
Storm is trying to scare.
It has started to rain.
The thunder is insane.
I love it to the core.
I just want it more.
I am the drenched one
Letting it out until I'm done.
So happily enjoying the storm.
I am now in full form.
This Storm has got me trained.
For the things that I have gained.
SIGNALS OF LIFE
Topic : Write a TEDx Talk of your own.
Tag to be used : SIGNAL
Comment below once you post your letter.
You all must have seen a TED talk or TEDx talk sometime in your life. Imagine YOU are invited to one such event. All you need to do, is to write your own powerful experience, that you would like to share with the world. In this way, you take a moment of pause in your life, reflect on your own experiences, and then move forward again filled with energy and enthusiasm.
How does it help others ?
At times we tend to learn from experiences from other people. Because they hav...
Outside : A musing
I was afraid to open my window which was closed since long enough. I was comfortable in my own space without any foreign air sprinting inwards. I was afraid, that the dust that covered my table won't look pretty anymore. I was afraid of the change.
And then, a storm broke the glasses of my windows, it rushed in and created a mess. As if it changed everything. But now that every shattered piece of glass was on the floor and I was unwilling to clean it up, somehow I gathered my strength and started cleaning all the mess bit by bit every passing hour.
I got tired and I slept. I had a sound dreamless sleep finally after so long. When...
We are creatures of habit. We stick to our daily routine yet sometimes things don’t end up the way we intend them to. No matter how carefully we plan everything, life still gets in the way. But as the resilient beings that we are, we adjust, we adapt and we compromise. We move forward carrying this heavy load, and then we thrive.
The taste of purple : A short story
I was a kid, rather a chubby kid. I guess about 6 year old. It was first day of school and I was early enough to occupy the first bench. The next day I saw a boy sitting at my place and I told him to sit somewhere else. To me, as a kid, it was MY place. How could someone else take it away from me ?
But he did not listen, he hit me in my stomach. I hit him on his face and that is how we started fighting. But then something happened. His leg slipped and he fell on the floor hitting his head on the table before falling. Moments later there was a clear bump on his forehead and it had turned blue.
A flock of starlings,
Descend clumsily to eat,
Fledglings learning fast.
~ Soaring Skylark
Challenge number 6 set by Sweedle:
"Look out of the window and write a Hiaku poem about what you see, smell, feel, taste."
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,