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September 7, 2016
 

Lettrs- The place to practice the art of indelibility

A friend of mine once said, "words matter because people do."  What does that actually mean?  

In the years prior to social media (yes, such a time did exist), people made their "mark" through letters, and not just the George Washingtons of the world.  Thoughts, ideas, passions and the reflections of people particular to a culture of any given era were forever preserved in the form of letters.  The resulting benefits of this indelibility is twofold for the writer and the gaze of a future public eye.  

For the writer, a legacy is left.  Whatever the content, the author leaves an impact in the form of a personal narrative.  Those who wri...

THE SECRET BOOK
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March 15, 2016
Hermosillo, Mexico

El atardecer más colorido se oscureció, y mi mirada se perdía en el horizonte buscando una estrella pérdida. A lo lejos el sonido de una gran ciudad se apagaba poco a poco hasta que por fin quede solo en una penumbra y un silencio eternos, donde me encontré en compañía de la soledad, hasta que llegaron todos tus recuerdos a acompañarme.

#INKTOBER
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July 17, 2014
New Delhi, India

Dear Envy!
The diary, I haven't picked you up from that corner of the shelf for a very long time and I am sorry but I do think every night to pen down on your pages alas! I couldn't and let you there all by yourself!  Well life is good and smooth for me apart from the up and downs but that spirit of life, the sweetness and bitterness of it, without it I'll be a tree standing in place for years.  The last words I wrote hope you had grasped by dilemma over things!  Sorry to trouble you for that thoughts. I'll bring some photos for you to keep.
Hope to see you soon!
Regards.

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ORIGINAL
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February 28, 2016
 

Last night I had this dream about a man, a man that filled my heart with joy and love. He made me feel wanted and complete but when I awoke, only the grey cold wall was there staring at me. Staring at a lonley girl all tied up in her dreams of wanting someone close. Some one she can trust. Some one she can love.

THE KISS
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November 27, 2016
 

October, I followed you -from the neon lights of New York to moonshines in Calcutta,
until the colours dissolved. Autumn made a memory in me.
There were things I took for granted:
September blues,
chasing airplanes,
country roads,
Unspoken words,
Unwritten ideas.
Unread books.

October,I followed you;I thought I saw you on the shores of Potomac
where the river runs through cherry trees..
or maybe the last metro at midnight.

So here's to the things we leave behind:
sunbeams in November,
letters addressed to no one,
poems,
wounds and to memories deep in our heart.
I'm taking a different road & solitude knows me by name.
but October,
I'll follow you;without you I'm homeless,
in cities that ...

INK DROP
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September 7, 2014
Oldham, United Kingdom

Not knowing what to write, not knowing where to start, not knowing what you want. Guidance and influence is all around you but you must make your own decisions, choices, mistakes.

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ORIGINAL
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July 16, 2016
 

You know
why it's hard
to be happy ?

  

                   It's because we refuse
                      to let go of things         
                        that make us sad.

BANKSY SWING
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October 25, 2016
 

I sank to the bottom of the ocean the moment you said "I love you", because I knew it was a lie but I wanted to hear it again.

R.m.d

ORIGINAL
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December 6, 2015
 

Whenever it will be
Whatever there will come
Whoever is going to listen

This is my voice
This is my sound
This is my life
This is my passion
This is my heart

Beating as fast as it ever will be
With or without you
I can’t even describe how I’m feeling
So lonely and so horrible
So confused and so desperate

With or without you
Whenever it will be
Whatever there will come
Whoever is going to listen

With your voice in my head
With your hands on my body
With your love in the most empty space I could ever put it

When I look at the sky
And look upon the stars
I see the love you gave me
Back in nature
Like a falling star

I feel like I’m getting  crazy
Like I’m lo...

TAKE FROM THE BRANCH
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March 17, 2016
Ghaziabad, India

Black Heart

I have the blackest heart
With the whitest love
as heart is absorbent
For pain, grief and regret.
And love is its shadow
With nothingness of everything
In the prism of emotions!

Agam Rawat

ORIGINAL
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August 25, 2016

Y si te ame.... Fue por coincidencia, por una simple casualidad.
Quizá fue solo por temor a la incasable soledad que acechaba mis noches desveladas.
Y si te ame, abraza la idea de que tan solo fue un fatuo desliz.
Y si nos amamos, tal cual ingenuos, creímos en la existencia del cándido vinculo del  inexplicable origen del pensamiento.
Y si me amaste, imaginaste un sombra impiadosa que acorralaba mi verdadera luz.
Y si alguien piensa que nos amamos, percibieron una dulce ilusión que sus ojos atesoran con impetuosidad.
Pero es lo que es.
Palabras extrañas, caricias expiradas, miradas perdidas, promesas interpretadas, impecables suspiros.
Es un pasado, que si me permito, puede ser falso...

ORIGINAL
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December 13, 2016
 

#bucketlist
This list is never gonna end,I know it very well.

Firstly wanna travel Bangladesh.every corner of my land.

Want to go for Hazz.

Want to learn sketching.

Want to be a fashion designer.

Want to swim in seas.

Want to go for cycling in unknown roads.

Want to read every novel of the world.

Want to do more and more..
Explore,
Travel,
Read,
and just to lost.

ROOTING FOR YOUR FAVORITE
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May 20, 2016
 

I let you go..

Not because its good for me..
But its good for you..

My words cant heal you and my love is not enough for you..

LETTRS CHALK
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March 2, 2017
 

I hear the rustle of brittle leaves
as they sway above the tree tops;
their crunch as they get trodden upon
by small critters that burrow underneath.
I bask in the little light that escapes
through the thick woods.
A single leaf rested on my lap.
I was happy for the company
but only for a while.
The wind snatches as it pleases,
whenever it comes and goes.
Why have you forsaken me?
Conversations with myself as
I sit alone to witness the passing
of the seasons; falling, greening, dying,
living, only to die again.
How long before I, a seeming source of rest
be the one at rest?
Is it too much to ask for company?
A few minutes of touch and comfort?
Take me down then for I have been compla...

DARK ASH GREY
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June 6, 2016
Bengaluru, India

                               THE PAIN

It feel so lonely
When it break your heart
So,silently it break your silence
It break the rules for you
But not a single thing
Which change ur mind clearly
His emotions make feel guilty
Can't afford the break of it
Consequences happens over it
Mind body falls apart
Silence almost all around
Ear can feel the breadth
Ache starts from head to toe
Stress fills the eyes red
Cure was not sufficient
Tried of sleeping
But still a pain is in the heart
And not yet removed.....

.....Isha.....

ORIGINAL
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April 6, 2016
 

the sun is baking the stereotypical stucco
outside of this building in the desert.
and I look outside the glass
to palo verdes and chalky skies
and a world that has stopped calling

the pen to the paper
the breath to a heart flutter
the familiar brown eyes
and artist's desire
long silent
and, I fear, completely imagined

3:17 and the heart starts beating
faintly
and the pen begins to move, faster
faster
the words tumbling as if being released
in a landslide of the unexpressed
surging and pleading
to be heard and felt and wished
and welcomed as old friends

and then all at once, suffocating.

and the mind races through
old muses and old records
old words and old...

DRIED HERB
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February 11, 2015
 

Dear Lettrists,
10 days back I wrote a letter here, it was about a boy called Vinod. In the letter when I said I was hoping to meet him again, I didn't think I'd meet him again in such a small of span of time.

It was last Thursday, when I walked into the wards in the morning, there he was. He sat next to his father on bed, looking tranquil. He gave us his typical perfectly normal smile and greeted us.
We found out, apparently there had been a confusion. The nurse had told me Mr. Ravi (Vinod's father) had been discharged but they had been in emergency ward for the last three days. He was shifted back to general ward as he was quite stable.

I might seem a little cruel but I was happy to se...

WRITERS
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December 15, 2016
 

Seasons of life find me here

Waiting for perspective and understanding

Climbing up to the front to be near

The closest thing to solace from my reprimanding

I'm aware of the time yet I ignore the signs

If my beauty fades will I be recognizable

The changes come one and then another through the lines

Such is life and this mortality which is unstable

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RESPECT
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January 28, 2016
 

You’re Too Good For This World, And Because Of That The World Will Eventually Crush You....

ORIGINAL
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