The sky turned pale
Is that what we wished for?
We are withered with rain
Was that what we wished for?
Nobody is wrong here
They have their "reasons"
Subjective identities, they all have,
Enough for treason
Justification everywhere, for
We are proud of what we do.
Nobody is wrong here,
Not everyone could be.
But someone must be right here
Else nothing would make sense
Assume someone is right
But then what is to derive?
Suffering is just because
Acknowledgement is painful
Admitting that we are wrong
Might shatter our "castles"
Everyone has one, small or big so,
Nobody is guilty here. HAHA,
You also think so?
Sometimes, remembering our best life moments make us feel like day dreaming about our unfulfilled fantasies.
Her eyes could face the damned world,
Her despair changed into her strength,
Her rage changed into her abilities,
Her gaze could make them tremble,
She was a beautiful dream in a hell of a night!
Coming here lets me clear my thoughts. I often find that my ideas and thoughts are of little significance usually. Honestly, my heart is beyond heavy. Clinging on with every last bit of strength it can muster for such an itty bitty muscle. Fighting for something oblivious to my mind. Perhaps I should trust it...right? I could really use some advice. I’m lost in thoughts presently.
To the man who never gave up on me..
To the person who's values made me who I am today..
I thank you for being there for me in my darkest times. No matter how dark the time is, or no matter what anybody says, I will always love you. You are the light in everybody's lives, doesn't matter if one realises it or not. I care for you, I am your son and your son is saying this to you that you’re his everything. I want you to take care of your health and be happy. With you, I learnt how to be happy in the smallest of things and not in other materialistic stuff which people crave for and look forward to. I learnt equality, integrity and to be kind with every individual. I learnt patience, resilience, ...
In the toughest of times
And darkest of hours
Sun will shine
And life will be ours
No recuerdo con certeza cuando exactamente empecé en esta plataforma, pero lo que si puedo recordar es que fue en este lugar donde conocí extraños que ahora llamo amigos. Fue aquí en donde sentí que mis letras traspasaban fronteras, fue aquí donde me enamoré de muchas culturas que antes no tenía idea de lo maravillosas que eran.
Es es este lugar donde me sentí protegida del mundo, aquí dónde una palabra por muy pequeña que sea te inspira a seguir escribiendo cada día más y más.
No sé si algunos de mis escritos hayan significado para alguien algo especial, pero les puedo decir que muchos escritores de aquí han revivido en mí la pasión por escribir.
Gracias familia lettrs, por este rincón peque...
Life is a contact sport, so never lose contact with the people and places that matter the most.
Be an original!
To Cecilia the love of my life:
The best story ever told is when you understand that you made your dreams come true with the person you chose to live your life. With two wonderful daughters that God gave us and with your love of mother, lover, companion and wife, I say thank you a million times and I wish you the best of days on your birthday, that is the first of many years more together for travel this beautiful life in a family full of love and challenges.
I love you more than anything.
You're my crush
You're my love
For you no words are enough
You're my sky
You're my earth
The blazing fire burning my heart
You're my day
You're my night
The one filled within my mind
You're my weakness
You're my strength
Even without you my love will not end
You're my life
You're my world
One day your love will be earned
It's a complete mayhem inside,
Which can't be fought.
You see those moist eyes,
Inside it's a river.
You look at me.
And I smile back.
I stare at your empty shoulder
Dying to cry my heart out in them,
But everything just flickers.
Knock in my mind.
"It's not easy, not even reality!
Just bury everything deeper!"
As I hear such whispers.
Now, it's a pile.
Pile of things drowning me down.
Even then I smile,
Thinking maybe someday,
I would fall into your arms.
You'll run out of tissues for my tears.
We'll sit with a cup of CHAI & say cheers!
I would hear you out with your deepest secrets.
The strange and mystic art of trying to turn a mix of metals into gold.
A rumored hobby of Isaac Newton; understanding the gravity of his situations.
Life makes alchemists of us all.
We take our elements - the hard, the fine, the dense, the noble, and the untouchable radioactive- And we blend them. We try our hardest to mix them into something that shines in the sun. Something of value and beauty. While we know that Gold, in its perfection, stands alone, we still keep mixing. Like mad scientists making artistry of chemistry, we mix til it’s similar enough to be satisfied for one more day.
And when the luster fades, we start again- beautiful, mad, manic beings seeking after the s...
Thank you Drew, for sending me such a beautiful stamp! I love the message it carriers; and, I, too, marvel at the design we resemble embodied. There's amazing things that happen under our skin, and we should all me mindful to treat such with care and love.
When I'm physically exhausted, I'm usually mentally drained, as well. It's not a wonder how our mental state affects our physical wellbeing. During those times, I retreat to peaceful nature areas but water. The sound of the creek or stream flowing instantly replaces my stress with peace. When I'm sitting by a lake, I feel it's so vast that all of my troubles can float away, never to return.
Sitting by the lake, here in Cleveland, we'r...
Dear readers, sharing with you a recent incident when I met this little girl again.....
It had been so long that I thought I had forgotten her but I happened to meet this little girl again as I waited for my bus to arrive.
She was crying ,she was drenched in heavy tears. It upset me to see this little angel in so much pain so I went on to her and asked her "Why are you crying?". I thought it was an easy question but the little girl looked extremely burdened as she stressed to find an explanation she couldn't comprehend and it ultimately dissolved in her indignant sobs.
I wanted to distract myself from the situation,her angst and anger was saddening yet I felt a weird sense of familiarity w...
Jab har din ki subah tumse..!!
Jab har din ki sham tumse ..!!
Dupahar bhie tumse aur bachi hui raat bhie tumse..!!
To jaan ye batao koi aur kaha se aajaye ga hum dono kay beech me 🤪..!!
I see love as fire
They enlighten in dark
They make us warm
If we catch them deep
We turn into ashes
Dear lettrs and lettrist,
I just wanted to take this moment and thank you all for reading my letters and encouraging me to continue on writing. It wouldn’t be without you that I could reach 100K views on my letters. I hope to inspire people and empower people who are part of this community. Thank you to Mr. Drew for providing such platform for people to express themselves.
Thank you again and I look forward to continue on writing and inspiring others!