Wow! I can't believe it's been almost a year since I wrote my last open letter here. It's amazing how I allowed myself to completely lose track of time. It's even more amazing how I completely gave up on something that was such a big part of my life not so long ago.
But that's life right? Well, only if we allow it to be.
Guess what I'm trying to say is - life (and by that I mean the banality of our day to day existence) will always get in the way of the things we love. Always. When I first joined lettrs I managed to keep it at bay for quite some time. But eventually even I gave in to the seduction of being lazy about the stuff I love.
Because it's just that easy.
The blue little mermaid,
Hiding in the carpet.
Giving a glimpse of childhood memories,
Treasured by disney movies
My teardrops rest on the paper now, embracing the ink and blotting it. This was another letter I sat down to pen to be sent to you. But this time it was different. This time blotted ink was a mark that would tell you about the tears that I cried while remembering you.
The tears of wait. The tears of longing for a letter you never sent. The tears that seek the answers to the questions that I ask. But these tears evaporate away too quickly when the volatility of time takes them away into the sublimity of life.
I write down to you. I will, always. For not just this lifetime but for the coming ones too. For ages. For seasons that pass. For decades. For centuries. For eons.
Because every time...
This network never ceases to amaze me in how original people can be.
The penpals I have here are authentic in word and deed.
Am I bad?
I hurt the person, whom I love the most.
I hurt the person, who love me the most.
In the process I hurt myself, who just want to be happy, the most.
I am intirent.
With most happy to most sad memories,
All packed up in my little bag.
Looking for place where I can rest my legs.
Check up on memories.
Go through them.
Keep the good.
Throw the bad.
Maybe that place doesn't exist.
I don't have ticket for that one.
Does the process for its search gonna define what or who or how I am?
I want someone to be my only person.
I want to be that someone's only person too.
No less no more.
This is all I need.
My eyelids are wet with tear drops,
Some signifies despair & some high hopes.
Every part of me wants you,
You will never understand what true love is,
Exists amongst very few.
Forever was never just a word to her,
It meant a bagful of memories ,thousand beautiful dreams & few unspoken regrets
You are the shooting star,
Seems too near but yet too far.
You are the healing touch,
To my every scar.
Let I be the sky,
You be the star.
I be the darkness,
You be the light.
Let I be the blackhole of your every fight,
Let you be the moon of my every sight.
I love you more each day,
You keep my worries at bay.
You take every toll what it may,
You understand me even though I never say.
You are the only sunshine and the only ray.
I love you more each day
Thank you for becoming my first pen-pal, and taking the time to read one of my lettrs.
I am sorry to read about your loss ,
But happy you are in a better state of mind now days. I know sometimes it can be extremely hard to recover.
Aaj fir aansu aae ye Dekh Kar wo aaj fir akela hai ,
Aur socha usse baat Karu par m ye kese bhul gye akele to m b hu fir b wo nhi aaya ek b baar...
Pyar me kitne thokare khae , chote b aae , daard b hua fir b Dil uske liye he dhadakta Raha..
Pyar b kesa hai ek Baar Dil se karlo Puri Zindagi Dil pe uska Naam rhe jata hai ....
Kitna b aacha soch le , usse to galtiya he Yaad rhti hai ...
Tuje kya lagta hai chodna aasan hai?
Tuje chodna matlab mere saas ko chodna jesa....
Kaash tuje pata hota kitna pyar hai muje Tere se .Varna aaj Kal ki duniya m saacha pyar ki talash Kon nhi Karta.....⛱
"It feels like I'm fading away, she said. If tomorrow was my last day here, nobody would even notice. She took another sip from her drink..."
There was no space to move in that bar. So many people around yet she felt so lonely. Tired, anxious, annoyed with everything that has been happening with her. It wasn't her first time that she failed but this time it was a an amazing opportunity and she dint want this to go down the drain. But yet again she ended up at the same place where her only companion was a glass of gin and tonic. It wasn't her fault this time too but in a placee where the opposite sex dominated the workforce, she had to work twice as much to even get close to being appreciated...
remember...There are decisions that hurt even to the deepest of the heart but will hurt once, and not constantly. So take a break, think and decide.
Good morning to everyone who is reading this
Have a nice day ahead
Each tear that borders your wet face keeps a feeling that comes from within you. It will depend on you wanting to let those tears pass again and again or change your thoughts and let your smile fulfills its function.
This is whole lot of hell,
Just take it away.
I don't want to dive into it,
But everything is pushing me harder into it.
My heart is pounding,
Type of throb pain.
I just want to breathe calmly,
Tired of everyday rush.
Just make it stop...!!
I don't want to be in this anymore..!!