Today I opened my casket of memories
Memories that were more than gold
There I found some parchments
Where things were written in the ink of our love
Things that were more than life
I found some balloons filled with the air of our hope
Some coloured papers and shimmers that added charm
Some tits and bits of love that we exchanged in private and public
And then opened my eyes to today
Only to see the keys to that casket stolen, lost
I broke it open with my teeth till I bled
Only to see soot, ashes and burnt strings
Some blown out balloons, and some torn papers
Life was like fading away, and I was standing still
I felt out of grip, but had to compose
Because my only resort had flown away
Stab again, heal
Now please stop
Let the wound remain fresh
Let it bleed 🩸
Whenever I fall for you again
For the umpteenth time,
You just come and hold me
With your strong handsome briers
I recently saw the thank you prompt provided by our wonderful Lettrs Staff. An uplifting suggestion and one which I felt able to join in with. It also seems the perfect opportunity to express my enormous thanks to those of you who've participated in my #SkylarkChallenge since it's conception.
You'd might be surprised to learn though, that I have put this off for several days as the idea of giving thanks fills me with slight trepidation. Why?, because there are so, so many of you! That's why. It's therefore an impossible task to name everyone. But there are some individuals who come to mind because their participation stands out. But before proc...
The rose fell on the floor as her hands were drained of the last remaining energy she had left. Love was no longer in her heart. Her knees went weak, hands trembled, and voice stood hesitantly inside.
Never in her life would’ve she imagined that she'd witness such a scene. Her heart pounded with the flashes of that cursed moment. Why did I go there? Had I not gone there, I would've lived a happier life as before.
Happier? Seriously? Was this a happy life she'd been living all life? Wasn't it a beautiful deception? She asked herself and directed her footsteps to the upper deck of the ship. Who's was the fault? Mine? Or his? Or hers? She thought over, again and again, to which she found no a...
It feels like I am fading away, she said. If tomorrow was my last day here, nobody would even notice. She took another sip from her drink.
Ravi looked at her eyes, they had already lost the charm it used to have until a few years ago. Her lips were trembling as if it wanted to be understood at least once. From a bubbly, mischievous, and lovely Sita, she had become a hollow soul full of wounds and patches. He touched her cold palm, and grabbed them into his. She looked up and showered all the tears she had hidden within.
I came here searching for my my childhood soulmate, and I was stunned to find someone else with just your face alike Sita, he said with tender voice.
She looked at him and...
Far beyond the weeping clouds,
And the thundering skies,
Do you see a heart,
Beating, bleeding, weeping, and longing to mate with her soul?!
A void somewhere in the stances of life
Somewhere between the smiling lips
Or beneath the joyous dimples
Somewhere inside the closed eyes
Somewhere between the recurring breathe
Somewhere deep down the crusts of the chest,
Some moments that I can’t recognise
Places to find yourself are
The places where you could smile
You could talk
You could shout
You could cry
You could sleep
You could walk
As much as you want
As beautiful as you can.
Chase those destinations
Chase those allies
Chase those tranquil dreams
With wings of fire
Happy Sunday Lettrists..
Mirage of life
Can’t live void of love; her bleeding wrists waved at her dream castle ashore.
Light from the scrap
Blow away the soot
Rise from the ashes
Stand straight and say
To the ruthless mass;
I was made of clay
That just hardens with fire!
Across the holy river, behold a tiny spark
With tranquil winds flowing all over
A crowd beaming with joy,
Each faces distinct and wise
Not anyone cares about the other’s caste
Creed or faith or complexion so void
All men; neither white no black
No gender, no class, no arrogance
Faces void of any décor or paint
All natural, clean, and bright
A truth that bound them all - was death
A sole witness to their joy was a stone
Written were their names over them,
In pretty golden fonts; as if they would ever care
The smile that hid underneath your eyelids
That shone like starry sparks
The bluebells sparkle as crystals in your eyes
Gives me hope to live yet again in your spirit
The clay pots and mud rice that we made
With curries of leaves and flowers
Would indeed have tasted weird
But still do appetize our longings
The memories of those castles of sand that we made
And those glorious victories in marble games
And those sweet and sour mangoes we stole
From the aunty’s yard or the old man’s farm
Running races to hide and seeks
And those endless rhymes that we sang together
Oh childhood, I miss you so much that
Your memories perhaps will never fade or let me die
Do you even know
How anxious I had been
All these days
And all through these nights
Whilst I counted on and on;
The petals that fell off
The grains that flew off
The waves that wept off
I counted on and on,
The beats of my heart
That had fallen offbeat
In the painful heat
Just to meet you once
Once with my eyes
At least a glimpse..!
You forgot to think about yourselves
And that’s where you went wrong
Being selfless in this selfish world is pointless! 😎 lesson 📝
And a bunch of sleepless nights...
Remembering that night
When you held me tight
As if I was going to fade
In the moment or the next
As if you wanted to scream loud
To the whole world that she’s mine
Oh how you held me tight
As a maiden trophy of a toddler
And how you whispered to me
those words of wonder
And sounded as if it were the
Voice of the whole universe
Getting bored of my favourite places.
Deactivated Facebook yesterday
Next on the list is this place.
Thank you all for making my life wonderful
Don’t know if anyone would miss me,
If yes, feel free to send me a letter, I’ll receive it on email.
May be, I will come back soon
Good bless us
Good bye 👋🏼
इन तमाम दर्दों के बीच
धड़कता यह दिल बेपरवाह
आँसू टपके इन आँखों से तो
बने वो मरहम हर ज़ख़्म पे
थोड़ी सी जो ज़िंदगी बची हैं तो
सिर्फ़ उन भटकते यादों के तले
In between these hurting pains
This heart beats as if it doesn't care
Those tears fall down the eyes,
And turn into elixir to heal those wounds
If even a bit of life sustains,
It's in shelter of those wandering memories
It seemed as if nobody had entered it for ages. Torn curtains, furnitures that had started to RUST, a cot without a bed, jammed window panes, and dust PARTICLES flying all over. The place was clearly abandoned or in the worst case, haunted! She had no idea how she did reach there. The place was so strange for her to come on her own. A strong burning sensation on her feet made her remove her shoes, and check her toes. They were bruised as if somebody had dragged her through the way. A piece of her sole had broken and fell off. On a close observation, she found that her shoes were covered with a stinky muddy substance that seemed to be cow dung. Fear and disgust ran through her nerves and she v...
A decade ago it was...
I was 16, and my eleventh classes had just started. 55 of us, coming from different schools, different parts of the city, from different sects of the society. We all had just started to know each other and mingle. But this girl always stood out. Fair, tall, intelligent, confident, bold, sensitive, and girl with a lot of ambitions. She was a star in group discussions, and was clearly a leader. Within a few days, she became a teachers pet.
But the pupil in the class weren't much interested in her company. She was different. She seemed different. Her tone, her manners, her inhibitions, everything sounded a bit strange to many of us. Sometimes she was a laughing stock due ...
SKYLARKCHALLENGE 100 🎈 🎊
A HOLLOW passage of memory
Takes her on a flight to yesterdays;
On caskets of balloons so grand
With butterflies and bees singing along
To a glorious summer night,
With FLUTTERING memories around,
Brimmed with MOONLIGHT
Swiping away the soot
That time pooled upon them
Flashes of those days, those moments
Went RACING through those aged eyes
Water gushed forth through puddles and FRECKLES
upon her wrinkled, proud face
Love was all there in front of her,
Readily available anytime, was her notion
Time flew from her hands,
With its WINGS spread as wide as her dreams
Leaving her alone at the shore
Waving at her forsaken longings
Life did not w...
My pen urges me to write something
That lightens my heated soul
But those words, my ancient mates
Slip away from my paths
As if they were walking smoothly,
And I happened to them as stones and thornes in their way
Why have I become so?
Why have they broken up with me?
I had no mates more intimate than them
And still they seem not to care!