I wonder how an app can make do much difference. Without letters I wonder how could I spill the ink of my pen to get the picture of my heart. Now every time when I out burst my feelings and then find some positive comments and I feel my anguish and my feelings speak lot more than me. Finally positive vibes replaced the negativity in me. Every comment and yeah every yellow heart which make me jump like a child who achieved all the success in one day:p
Now when am given a chance to come up with something for lettrs, I just can't find something better than expressing myself through words, they aren't mere words they are the alphabets I've collected all through my journey in lettrs.
I really appreciate it, with all my heart.
To make me feel welcome in this space.
All the staff and users of the application,
Writers who read their impressive letters, make me feel that I can improve and learn the way they write.
I admit, I am very new to this intellectual field of writing, but I promise to do my best to give my writings that style they must have.
I know the application is called Lettrs, "letters" in Castilian and my writings up to this point are not 😢
What I write are mostly short verses that come out of my head and especially my heart. My words are born of my continuous talks with a gentleman who conquered me despite living on another continent.
I am very much in love...
She's Magic,She's different,She's not meant for everyone to understand.
She'll stay in her lane,being all magical and Stuff ❤
-Gurdev Kaur Malhotra
What are all the amazing things that are now powered on lettrs?
Actress Izabella Miko has graced lettrs for more than two years and she reminds me why gratitude runs deep in my heart for the many authentic people I have come to know here. It was a highlight to meet her again last night...an original.
Wait until you see her new Miko paper and autographs for her foundation. She is the real deal in Hollywood, and her home Poland.
In thanks, and friendship.
I'm focused do I write about her or do I write about me ,
Or about my trips to sea,
Never trips to be set free .
For on lettrs I'm free to be me,
I can whine and moan about being weak.
So don't let this feature,
It's like wasting a dream.
If you drinking is your choice than me not drinking alcohol is totally my choice as well.
You don't get to question my choices and call me orthodox and backward when you don't understand my reasons.
Peace ya all.
~• letters to a known letterbox. •~
~• Am one last coin that belongs to a poor guy.I am only richness in his fate. How will he live after me? Am a lady coin who keeps changing its place,goes from one hand to another,one pocket to another.
In coming future,I believe that you will earn me somehow. You will rub me with your thumb and give back my shine to me.
We will do our first dance on terrace in rains. And all the birds will be singing from under some shades,and they will try to imitate us,maybe....
Drop by drop dripping water from your hair,will make my hands wet,that will be wrapped around you. Our hearts will be thirsty there,we will drink oceans of love that evening.
Sunset will be a b...
Who vehemently loves diamonds,
Our lovestory will be adored.
Our lovestory will just be star that's
dead million years ago.
It dint hurt
Not one bit
Everyone told it was true
Some hinted with clues
So many years of togetherness
Walls a reminder of happiness
Photographs and proof filled the table
Marriage has now become just a label
A smile creeped upon my lips
For he had finally found a fix
Death was just around the corner
My time was limited
The rose had already wilted
In this freedom i saw happiness
A hope to retain our sanctity
For divided we had a chance of unity.
Here on lettrs,
Neither my face nor my name are my identities, rather my thoughts that transform into words are.
"Love Yourself First"
When there is no one with you or neither around you think there is someone beside, behold in you, who is waiting to come out as you and wanted to know you from long time that's no one then yourself.
"You" been a trustful love
for others, but not to yourself".
So first love, your inner harmony to swerve your outer world.
Walking on those familiar streets of a bygone era
I realize that happiness is just a mirage,
that we see through our hope filled eyes of childhood.
Every step on the sidewalk, corresponds to a memory
which brings a dull ache in my heart,
as it longs to have those fun filled times again.
Be it my mothers laughter, at my innocent antics,
which rings even now in my ears,
or my fathers patience, while sharing his life's learning
which made me who I'm today,
every moment spent in that small universe of mine
makes me pine to have them back.
As my steps take me near,
my heart brims with anxiety,
And moments later there it is...
The same home, worn out by the passag...
There will always be someone standing in front of you,
Wanting them to be chosen.
There will always be someone making themselves visible,
Wanting to be paid attention.
There will be always be someone giving you a varied choice,
Wanting to be picked over.
There will always be someone offering to explore your capability,
No person child, I'm talking of an opportunity.
~• He took her chin in one hand,and her head in other,
In that frozen night,
He exhaled scalded breath on corner of her lips,
First time she felt warmth of love,
With romance mixed inside,
He licked pair of her lips,
He will be there like air around her.
Moment fell sunned,
And she was quivering in his arms,
Like a tail-less kite trembles in slow air,
And feels free to go wherever he want to,
In vast cloud covered sky. •~
And every dream I built up in the past 5 years, you just took a second to shatter them all.