"I remember the days when I was lost in the dark forest this world belong to. I always looked for an arm to hold while walking past the roaming creatures. Until one day, a creature poisoned me with his love and the arm I wanted became the fire to light up my forest." He read the exerpt she was writing while walking past her, and planted a kiss on her neck.
Her creature knew her love for writing.
Hace mucho tiempo que no escribo. No sé por qué; creo que he olvidado cómo se hace.
Tal vez no he escrito por falta de inspiración; falta de uso de palabra, y a falta de alguien a quién decirle todo esto. O puede que me haya quedado sin cosas que decir.
Dejé de escribir cartas y misivas que jamás serán leídas, y que jamás tendrán valor alguno... Cartas que, en el mejor de los casos, aspiran a quedarse en un oscuro rincón del armario, juntando recuerdos, polvo, y presuntos ojalás.
Dejé de escribir, porque dejé de sentir. Dejé de buscar razones y corazones ajenos, y me dediqué a buscar los propios. ¿Exitosamente? Lo ignoro... pero lo he intentado. Lo he intentado, y descub...
Upon the horizon rides destiny.
I waited with bated breath for the sliver lining. But everything is black and red and golden. The sky cries and bleeds with every color but the icy silver of destiny.
We communicate through words in our letters
Thoughts that make each other feel better
You share something new from day to day
At times you're silent with nothing to say
I look forward to your lines of expressions
With your pen you're making deep impressions
At times you can be mentally dark and blurry
Unclear sayings when you're angry or in a hurry
You know how to use words as tender as a touch
Daily i search for you and need you very much
When you read my letters do you feel the same
Or is the deep line of communication all in vain
Do you look forward to me the way i look for you
When I don't hear from you Im lost as what to do
Better to me are you than a physical friend
Tracing lines across the skies,
Trying to make the stars align,
I've created beauty within time,
With all the words I intertwine.
You are one thing that has always saved me from repression,
Bought out my feelings of love, sorrow and aggression.
You were the boost, when life felt so dead,
I had no clue of what I was going to do ahead.
Writing made my mind feel so fresh,
Every feeling clear, nothing to supress.
He has not gone anywhere
He is still with us, watching us, and living with us
if we live with him in every creation that he created for us
Which was inspired,
which has inspired and which will
inspire the world.
To #Stan Lee "name is enough".
On a crisp clear night the lost boy asked whether to surrender or fight.
He sat in silence waiting for a voice, to invite someone above to signal a choice.
No words could stir his heart
No sound would break his stare
His heart raced, his eyes glimmered, and at the deepest chill of the darkest moment he felt the warmth of a mother’s touch. He was warmed all over again.
Yo escribo para animarte
cuando está triste tu semblante,
escribo par recordarte
que de mi vida formas parte,
escribo para enamorarte
porque a distancia
no puedo besarte,
y escribo porque mi voz
no es capaz
de decirte todo
lo que mi corazón
He vuelto a encontrar lettrs, me sigue gustando mucho la idea, sin embargo, encontrar el tiempo para escribir no ha sido sencillo, en este mundo lleno de "cosas que hacer" de "distracciones" de "entretenimiento" hemos olvidado hacernos tiempo, para tener tiempo e invertirlo en nosotros; creo que no meditamos lo suficiente, no nos detenemos a observar nuestro mundo y cuando lo percibimos, ha cambiado radicalmente.
Probablemente esa práctica del llamado mindfullness sea algo bueno para estar en el aquí y en el ahora...
I will write until I can’t do it anymore. I will write until I forget what I should be writing. I will write until my hand won’t let me hold a pen anymore. I will write until the ink and paper runs out. I will write until I forget the words. I will write until my hand bleeds, that my blood would stain the very pages.
Then somebody asked me why I do it. It’s because I want to. I do it because I really want to share what we had. I do it because I want the people out there to believe that true love exists. I want them to know how amazing, blissful, and beautiful it is to love and be loved; and then, how scary and excruciatingly painful it is to lose it. I want to reach other people; and I am h...
Few more minutes and I will be part of the reality again. This is the thought which came to my mind, while my train was slowly crawling in towards the designated platform of New Delhi railway station, still chaotic but this time the crowd appeared to be more in a reluctance mode, I guess like me, everyone else too was not willing to be back to do a face to face with life again.Well nothing lasts forever and the same is the case with good times too, in my case it was not due to any extra ordinary events or people, it was just because of that place, the place which made me learn values, learn about relationships, love, dreams..every nook and corner of that city has a memory associated with it....
What is poetry?
Poetry is the good and bad
the laughed at.
Poetry is the notions I make
to make myself a
better person day
Poetry is the heartbreak and
will I see tomorrow.
Poetry is mesmerising for the
within the lines.
Poetry is the special link in
Autumns chilled mornings
A perfect time for musing
And steaming coffee.
Oh, to sit outside on a fall morning with my journal and a cup of coffee. Best way to start the day.
#ChilledMornings #SteamingCoffee #CMNovChallenge
Dear friends of lettrs,
We experienced some technical difficulties in the last 24 hours with a very large surge in letter writing. My apologies! For our iOS members the scale matter has been resolved and we are close to completing a fix for Android.
These problems sometimes occur with technology but know that your letters mean so much to us, and to the world. We are committed to the preservation of lettrs, forever.
Did you know letters have now been published in 80 languages and 93 countries? We are on a mission and that mission is to make messages that actually matter.
Thanks for understanding!
Tu khwab hai mera ik adhoora....
Sapno me mai karlu tujko poora....
Teri yaad hai mere jeene ka sahara....
Tu meri kashti mai tera kinara....
Teri zulfo ki chao me bitaye jo pal....
Na jaan ye aaj hai fir ho ya na ho kal....
par teri yaade humesha sath rahegi mere....
tu sath rahe ya dur, rahegi hamesha dil me mere ❤️
ALWAYS LOVE THE ONE WHO LOVES YOU....
NOT THE ONE WHOM YOU LOVE....
BUT IT WILL BE PERFECT....
WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE WHO LOVE YOU MORE THEN YOU DO.... ❤️❤️
😊 Spread love , happiness , and peace everywhere.... 😊
She wasted years pretending to be perfect and adoring,
She never meant to go this path of self destruction and self loathing.
It's getting harder to breathe when I'm with you, but I feel like I need you.
When your love is breaking down and you can't feel the sense of closeness you felt before, your mind begins to wander. You wonder what is wrong with you or rather what is wrong with your love. None of us are perfect, but once we begin to let our minds drift, we break our relationships because we outline the flaws.
It could be anything, from not feeling the love you receive is as much as the love you give, and how everything falls apart every time you argue. All these little things can make love fade. Doubt, regrets, the want for something new, and denial.
I don't want you to think that I'm trying to give a bad pe...