more stiff than any winter i have ever witnessed
more than a broken clock, or a dead body
as still as a deer in headlights; on a pitch black night
not brought on by a catastrophic event
just one sentence
"I just thought about wanting to kiss you"
then, as soon as winter came
the rush of words, fighting to keep things warm
we both reach to adjust the crooked tongue on your boot
winter, pushed out by the warmth of familiarity
next time, i won't let winter in at all.
Tujhe chahta toh ab bhi hoon,
Lekin kabhi bataonga nahi.
Duur se hi teri khairiyat ka sukoon mehsoos kar lunga,
Meri mohabbatt se tu wakif nahi.
Come to me and let my eyes rest upon your eyes. They are the windows to your soul. You konw what I see? I see the pure soul that I fell in love with. you will see the reflection of your true self in them... the beautiful soul that God created. Let's get lost in each other's eyes love, and find our salvation
I am exhausted, and so are my poems
Of themselves, and of me,
But never of you.
My metaphors have taken to hiding behind your name
And my similes fail to abandon you.
And these pages,
They long to embrace you in every form of literature there exists.
My poems wish to capture you before full stops, between quotations and commas,
And every other sentence wants nothing more than to be filled with the way you make me feel on nights I’ve forgotten how to.
And if I ever give up on you someday,
Just know that my poems will stay to pick up the pieces of our abandoned love story.
~sd || A poem in love.
Words can be violent.
did you know?
When they cut deep,
you bleed out slow.
How to say goodbye?
We never learned one of the essence of life. From the youngest age, we learned to properly say hello. We learn that from our parents, family, peers but also at school.
Today it seems I was only taught half of the homework. I feel I learned to recieve, not to let go. I learned to say hello and present myeself, not to say goodbye.
_-_- Today I am sad. I am sad because Lettrs will soon shut down.-_-_
Lettrs brought to me so much joy, deepness. A real creative and open space to share what's on my mind. On the contraty of most plateform where the norm is to share "on the surface", Lettrs is very deep.
Lettrs allows to share what is meaningful in life. Lettrs ...
Here it goes, I think I’m going to be sick. Can’t crack now my skin is too thick. If I could face you, I would confess that I have felt this way for more than 1 year.
But I ignore it, just out of fear.
Like when the connection is strong and you’re not sure why. Like never touching drugs but feeling the high.
The first time I saw you, your eyes captured my soul. I was never empty, around you I felt whole.
You gave off this energy, so calm and collected. I just wanted to feel as it was you I selected.
Maybe we were twin flames started from the same spark. Maybe 2 lights lit in the same dark.
I don’t know what it is, but I feel as though our journey is about to begin. I feel it deep w...
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.
Nights are suddenly becoming darker, and days are shadowed by the previous night and the never-ending battle of my mind.
Productivity seems to have lost, and the idea of the host to make me better has frost.
But every day, putting my baggage aside, I try to keep my emotions raw and gather the courage to perform!
Hard time 😢
I want to get connect with u all
Catch me on insta
ऐसा ना कर तू, जो तू मुझसे दूर हो जाए,
मंज़िल पर भी जो खुशी मिल ना पाए|
तेरे नाम को ही पुकारू सुबह शाम.
दिल में बस गया है जो तेरा नाम|
अब तो आदत सी है तेरी,
जैसे हो साँस तुम मेरी|
क्षितिज पर जैसे आता है सवेरा,
तुमने जीवन रोशन किया मेरा|
जो वो सितारे है रात में,
वैसे तुम हो मेरी हर बात में|
तुम हो वो बारिश जो मेरी प्यास बुझाए,
तेरे बिन मेरा दिल मुरझाए |
कब सुनोगी तुम मेरी ये पुकार,
मैं करता हूँ बस तुमसे प्यार|
Today i signed into lettrs, to randomly post a write up/thought that came up in my mind like always;
"do not forget, this is also what you chose
for yourself. Because not choosing
something else and choosing this are not
different, and, thus."
these were just lines that translated my thought and i casually opened lettrs to record it, like i always do, with no routine no expectation, because i had always known that this would be that digital corner that will always be there when i am down, low, happy, wondering, thinking, contemplating, guilty, pleased, lovestruck, depressed, joyous, empowered, and every other possible feeling i could experience, this was a safe haven a nook a corne...
One last letter.
Two days back I came to the app totally unprompted. I don't write as much anymore, I come here only to remind myself of the person I was before. I was taken aback when I read lettrs was going away.
My journey in letters started 6 years back in my formative years. Even though my writing wasn't nearly as polished as I would have liked it to be, this app was the place where I wrote enough to add the word "writer" as one of my descriptions.
This platform was the same place that brought great authors like Paulo Coelho to read my words, I could've never even dreamt in my wildest dreams that I'd be interacting with one of the authors who has changed the world.
Backing up all my ...
The Last Letter
Thank you all for all the beautiful words.
Once again thank you
When everyone is saying goodbye to lettrs or may say lettrs is saying goodbye to us....I would like to thank this app not because it helped me to pen up things which I would have never wrote otherwise . I also came to know one thing about me that I can also words not in an excellent way but still in a bit poetic way. This app provided me with a space to live my imagination . I will not say that it reflects my journey of life but yes it reflects journey of my imagination. Thank drew for this wonderful platform and thank you #Shipra Tripathi for introducing this app to me.
As you are going away, and everybody is saying you goodbye in their own ways, I thought I should not shy away from this that have created which feels like a space in my heart, so here it goes.
I wrote my first lettr on September 1st 2014, I thought let's try out this application, little did I knew it won't remain just an application but will become a part of my life and will effect the course of my life.
As I've grown from 19 year old to 25, I've been through different phases of my life and one can clearly see it by going through my feed. Lettrs became a safe space for me, a place where I was never judged for feeling what I truly felt. It became a beautiful diary of my emotions, ...
El despedirme de esta aplicación me llena de una profunda tristeza, solo puedo darles las gracias porque la mejor forma que he encontrado en mi vida para expresarme, es escribiendo.
Gracias por permitirme cruzar fronteras a través de las letras. Con esas cartas me identifiqué, imaginé cada sentimiento que escribían, sufrí, me alegré y me divertí.
Quiero confesar que tengo cartas que las escribí sonriendo, otras llenas de sentimientos y hasta de lágrimas.
Gracias a ustedes, conocí personas maravillosas y en un caso especial encontré a una de mis personas más queridas y favoritas, quien podría describir cómo un pedazo de mi alma que no sabía que me hacía falta, hasta que la conocí. Quien al ...
I don't wanna let you go.
I have made my peace with the fact that you're never coming back to inspire me again, and the fact that I've worried and distracted you enough from your goals kinda backs up the thought too. I can't tell you how much I've missed you, every single day, cause you won't listen. I doubt myself but you've pretty sure turned my existence into mistakes you never look back to. You had to. It must have been a lot for you to handle your 'fame', interests, and the cry baby I was altogether, cause when I look back at who I was months ago, I want to give a tight slap to both of us for creating memories that I probably will never have with anyone. That unsaid good bye hurts me...
I want to thank everyone at Lettrs for this great experience and will miss this app. I look forward to 2.0 one day.
For those who want to keep in touch, my art account on Instagram is @lokiandro
I wish the best to everyone and hopefully we’ll all meet again.