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Chetan

PO# 106340
India
India
Stand up tragic, windmill pilot, sad scientist, Sci-fi dreamer, Ghazal Monger, LedZep worshipper, NNT disciple, Urdu evangelist, poet of disturbia..
March 25, 2016
New Delhi, India

Only if
           dreams could
                               pay the bills.

STYLISHLY SMOOTH
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March 22, 2016
 

Farraginous

As they first saw her, they thought
she was farraginous alloy..
..Of corroded metals with rust so old.

As soon as I washed off the dust
and scraped of all the rust..
..they could see she was all gold, pure gold.

TIRED EYES
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March 21, 2016
 

The Talk.

The mighty soul: "what do you want?"

Me: "all that pain."

The mighty soul:  "what pain?"

Me: "all that pain the caterpillar endures to get the wings, coz I want the wings"

Paulo: "Your time as a caterpillar has expired. Your wings are ready."

PS
If I ever get the wings, Paulo Coelho will be one of the most important people behind it.

ORIGINAL
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March 18, 2016
 

Sometimes your favourite person is just like a letter. You receive them with a little notification, but can't tell what's inside.

You start to read 'em word to word, paragraph by paragraph. In no time you realise that they've started to make all the sense in the world.

The doodle they came with has left a mark on you. It's not just a doodle anymore but a tattoo for life.

All the colours in the stamp were not the only shades of their personality but inside you find a thousand rainbows.

And next thing you want is to pin them to your life, 'heart' them and keep reading them forever.

And eventually They become the only thing that you ever want to read.

TATTOO IT TO YOU
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March 16, 2016
New Delhi, India

In my dreams I've seen you stabbing me right through my heart for a 1000 times.

No theriac for the venom running through my veins.

No theriac for the unbearable pains.

In my dreams I've seen..

INK WOMAN
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March 14, 2016
New Delhi, India

You know what? Yes you.
When you wear that sexy dress and we're walking down the road and they're all just drooling.. You think that makes me jealous?
Well I just smile as Deep inside I feel like a king. I smile because everyone seem so small when you're with me. They seem so petty. I feel like a giant. I feel like telling the whole world that 'see she's with me and not any of you.'
You make me feel like a king.

HAND HOLDING
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March 11, 2016
 

A man who doesn't treat his lady right, is no man!

Wait for her
Hold the doors
Pull the chair out
Pamper her
Comfort her
Surprise her
Tell her she's the one
Take her opinions
Do everything she loves
Drop her home
Tell her again that she's the one

Coz a man who can't treat his lady right, is no man.

TANGO TRANCE
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March 10, 2016
New Delhi, India

Marry

For the interesting contest by Sunandini.

I will marry the girl who will take me with my weirdness and mix it with her craziness to prepare the imperfectly perfect sweet and sour cocktail called Life.

COLOR SHOWER
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March 10, 2016
 

On my rooftop late night
Earphones plugged in
I ask myself
Why am I so lonely

I look up
Where the Moon shines so right
So white, brilliant white
While all the stars live together
But they fade away in the cloudy weather

The moon all alone
Lights up our darkest of nights
Never complains, never fights

I tell myself
Some people are meant to be the Moon
I should not give up too soon
Doesn't matter if I've to be alone
Without stars surrounding me
Who will soon be gone

I've to stay high up in the night sky
No matter how hard the darkness try
I'm the moon of my night
I'll try harder. I'll fight
I'm the Moon.

ORIGINAL
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March 9, 2016
New Delhi, India

Idea Hub

Dear lettrists

You're about to get yourself inked. It can be your first tattoo or just another addition to your long story on skin-canvas, or what I'd like to call it, the Skanvas.

Let us hear the cool ideas for the special tattoo. What will be your one special tattoo? A name? Who's name? Why this person? A phrase? Some depiction? Where on your body? Etc.. Tell us your story.

INK WOMAN
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March 8, 2016
New Delhi, India

PO #536078, The dreamer.

I'm so happy that my dear dreamer PO #536078 has finally started to share her thoughts on lettrs.
Amazing person and an equally amazing blogger she is, which is reflected in her very first of the lettrs she posted.
And all I know is she's in love with lettrs already. She's been an inspiration to many of my posts. Hope to see her posting more of her beautiful and inspiring lettrs.

Go check her fridge folks and find out yourself.

Hurray for Hollywood
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March 8, 2016
 

Start your week write..

When you're overworked, with fear of unknown lurking
When you spent whole your weekend working,
When the upcoming week looks equally dull and hopeless,
What on the Monday morning would you expect?

What if you get that unexpected long distance phone call you've been craving?

You get to say to them, all the words you've been saving?

And to execute all the plans you promised your folks

Meeting your besties and get to feel as high as your highest hopes

I think that's a pretty good start to my week

Hoping to maintain my streak.

HAMMOCK HANG
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March 7, 2016
 

WOD - Babel

So calm she seems to be as she smiles,
Right in the middle of this Babel.

No one can hear her heart pumping, hard,
But deep inside she is a rebel.

She is a volcano about to erupt,
Though she's as light as a pebble

But still she chooses to smile,
Lost in her world of fantasies and fable

So calm she seems to be,
While the world around her is a babel.

ORIGINAL
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March 6, 2016
 

The Phoenix

With the fire in my bones
And your name etched on my skin
Ill fly far away
To the places I've never been

With the ocean in my eyes
And your fragrance in my breath
I'll go dive into
Deeper than the deepest depths

With the sweet taste
I still carry from your kisses
And the winds will remind you
What my heart loves and still misses

But I am a phoenix baby
Slow to finish Quick to start
When the fire burns me down to ashes
Levanter takes me to a world apart

But I am a phoenix Baby..

ORIGINAL
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March 6, 2016
New Delhi, India

If I'll ever write our story, it will be called-

"Half measures and the terrible failures of an ultra dreamer"
-an autobiographical love story.

HAND HOLDING
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March 1, 2016
New Delhi, India

'Glean'

I gave you my heart,
I just went all in,
Jumped to cross for you,
Just as you asked for thyself..

The hurtful games that you played,
Had me shattered beyond repair,
Now day to day, bit by bit,
I have to glean myself.

I have to glean myself.

ORIGINAL
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February 27, 2016
New Delhi, India

What's the difference between a lover and someone you love? Well it's the exact difference between..

The fireplace you sit by, loving all the warmth..
And
The distant star you gaze at night, wrapped in your own arms.

A lovely comfy cabin in a far off distant getaway..
And
The golden palace of dreams, you can't win anyway.

The shallow stream of sweet water in the soothing greens..
And
The mirage on the desert sand, the illusion and the dreams.

What's the difference then?

ORIGINAL
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February 13, 2016
New Delhi, India

Dear lettrists, penpals and friends

For the Valentine's Day

The heartbreak warfare
The battles I've won
The wars I did spare

The wounds I have
The scars you seen
The unheard prayer

If I make the move I intend
Might break my heart again
But this time I take this dare

I'm letting down my guards
Taking off my armour
Going all in as I don't care

The heartbreak warfare
The wounds I may not show
The unheard prayer.

I may lose but love shall win
The pain I'll endure is for my sin
I'll always cherish all the time we did share

The heartbreak warfare
The wounds I never show
The unheard prayer

ORIGINAL
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September 20, 2015
 

The stone hearted and the question.

Dear lettrists, pen pals and Friends.

A few past experiences of hurtful nature has taken me too far into the world of indifference, that it's hard to even tell where I'm headed now. I stand on the edge and ask myself a few questions again and again. But haven't found the answers yet. I'm sharing them with you.

What is the significance of emotions in a one's life? Do they make us stronger or renders us as a weak pushover.

Is being indifferent is a kind of emotion itself? What should we choose between being emotional but vulnerable to heartaches or being indifferent but all by ourselves for life? Can one wound, one heartbreaking moment, one painful exper...

WHICH ROAD HOME
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September 12, 2015
 

Dear lettrists, pen pals and Friends.

It's slam Saturday and I want to share some of my poetry (that's what I call my thoughts when they rhyme). But the only problem is that most of my poetry is in Urdu which you might not understand. Although my Urdu is not really good (as I haven't had any formal education in Urdu) but my immense love for the language and especially the beauty of  Urdu poetry is what keeps me motivated l. So I'm sharing a recent 'Ghazal', which still is incomplete with you, with translation in English and transliteration in Hindi.
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جاتے ہیں مہرباں پھر ملنے کا وعدہ کر کے
کیا بتائے کہ ایک عمر ہم نے گزار دی آج شام

जाते हैं ...

TE AMO
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September 12, 2015
 

#CaptionThis

She looks out of the window and feels the warmth in the winds blowing through her hair, carrying his scent.

And when he feels the raindrops on his lips and smile, he knows they carry the kisses she has sent.

RAINY WINDOW
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September 8, 2015
 

#CaptionThis

As Mr Snowflake stood there, Sergeant Snowden did shout.

Freeze! Don't BLOW, don't blow your brains out.

BLIZZARD
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September 4, 2015
 

Word of the day - 'Bluestocking',
A woman with literary and intellectual interests.

I think such women with high literary and intellectual interests are the face of modern society, representing the new generation and change we have seen in the past century. They're the face of the world where people take a stand for each other, where the oppressed raise their voice for their rights, where Emmeline Pankhurst made women win right to vote, where Jane Addams fought hard for women rights and health, where Savitribai Phule stood against the inhumane practises of caste and gender bias, where Malala Yusafzai fought Taliban for women education and where Jan Rose Kasmir stood tall in front of the Pent...

Malala
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September 1, 2015
Khurja, India

Dear lettrists, pen pals and Friends.

As it is #TenderTuesday, I'm writing this letter with a song I wrote back in the days I had a band. And this song is about that one girl of my imagination and the letter is about love, lust and everything else.

This is story of a girl..
whom i loved more than anything else.
when she showed me her world..
I couldn't believe what my eyes could see.

Night and day
the magic would stay
in every way
she was mine

And her eyes 
just a disguise
You cant deny
Her love

You can run
But you can't hide
from her spells
coz she's a witch.

This is how the journey goes,
Her dreams takes a toll on me..
and I'm sure she knows,
its just that i wanna know what she f...

ORIGINAL
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September 1, 2015
 

#CaptionThis

What did Ms Cappucciño say to Mr Mugssie when they broke up?
"We're so over, let's caffeinish this."

COFFEE TIME
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July 26, 2015
 

The walled city of Delhi, Part-II.

The community interactions.

Dear pen pals, lettrists and Friends.

In my previous letter, I explained how I've been working on a research project on the walled city of Delhi. In this next part I'll be sharing my experiences with the community interactions. The community in walled city has a lot of disparity in terms of wealth distribution. It consists of wealthy traders and businessmen living in ancestral mansions and havelis to daily wagers and laborer's living in uninhabitable 'katras'. And these poor people are the most vulnerable part of the community. So we decided to start with them.

It was cold overcast day of January when we first went to meet the...

INDIA
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July 1, 2015
 

Dear lettrists, pen pals and friends.

For past ten months, I've been working on a research project based on the walled city of Delhi. So, I want to share my experience of community interactions and my affair with the city with you. In this and next few letters I'll be writing about it.

The Walled city of Delhi.
"Purani Dilli", "Shahjahanabad", " Old Delhi"..

Founded by Mughal emperor Shahjahan in 1639 is the heart of Modern day Delhi. It serves as the commercial as well as cultural center of the city. Filled with enormous crowd and smell of the most delicious food you'll ever find. The city which used to house the huge lavish 'Havelis' of noblemen of the Royal Court, royal officers, note...

TAJ MAHAL
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April 17, 2015
 

Meeting myself.

Dear pen pals, lettrists and friends.

As It's always been hard for me to share my thoughts, this time I really want to share something important.

Have you ever met someone who's exactly you? Have you ever found someone who shares the same thought as yours, sees the world as you do, shares the exact same likes and dislikes in music, poetry, drinks and even people etc?? Have you ever thought of finding someone like exact you?

Well I've always been a guy who spend most of his time with himself. Not only because I love to but also I'm not much like others. I always have some different opinion about things which deviate from the usual and thus I've always been thinking that I'm...

ORIGINAL
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February 21, 2015
 

Dear lettrists,

Good are those who love to read.
Great are those who can read minds.
Greater are those who can read hearts of others.

And above them all, are those who can read the souls. They are the true readers of all the dimensions of space time continuum. They may not talk to others but can still connect in the most effective way. They can connect to the almighty, the universe.

So don't just read.. Learn to read the souls.

Thank you.

WRITERS
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November 16, 2014
New Delhi, India

My Life Mix Tape.
(I still play my guitar and sing, but only to the stars.)

Dear lettrists, pen pals and friends.

My Life's Mix Tape goes in phases of Genres, describing the meaning of music for me from time to time and the change of seasons of my life with it. From a music lover to a semi- professional aspiring musician to again just a music lover.

Music, which is as important to us as oxygen, have been there I started to understand this world. First there were the artists my father used to listen to. The Great 'Ghazal' Singers of Indian Subcontinent, like Shri Jagjeet Singh, Ghulam Ali etc; The singers from Indian film Industry like Md. Rafi, Kishor etc. The calmness of Ghazals an...

ORIGINAL
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