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I am wide awake
In the aftertaste of midnight,
My mind is a meteor shower,
My heart, once a dying ember,
Is now a wildfire.
I close my eyes,
I see us;
Hand in hand,
Unaware of our whereabouts.
Maybe it was written in the stars.
I open my eyes
To the sound of my breath,
I think of the feeling
You envelop me in
Everything I am so afraid of
In your proximity.
I turn to the empty half of the bed,
My hands retrace
The vague imprint of your face
On the pillow.
The sight of it like the sun rising outside -
So familiar yet just as mesmerising
I ache to be with you
And not just now -
I ache to sp...
Is there a place where I could belong?
Without trying to fit in, without having to give in,
A place where the wrong -
Wouldn't exist, only the right would persist.
The mental games that humans play,
The anguish instilled with the words they say,
The hatred, the rage,
Wouldn't really be anywhere,
And so, no fear -
Could ever bring me down,
No restrictions and no bounds,
Could at all be found.
In that place, I wish I could be,
In that place, I'd be free.
Is there a place where love isn't just a word?
Where there are no lies, and there are no goodbyes,
A place where the boulevards,
are to be walked down by hearts unscarred.
The tears that people cry,
The agony with which they die,
My name is Vaso and I just wanted to tell you that your lettrs are very touching..I am a hopeless romantic too but cant express myself as good as you do.
Continue dreaming and writing please
A total stranger
We are all made out of paper
And the world is made out of paper,
And if you think of it as something transient, enormously fragile, only then will you be gentle with it, with all that you love, and with yourself.
Thanks for writing to us. We took a look at your Fridge and were really impressed - we've made your most recent letter the Letter of the Day! You did a great job with your doodle.
Beneath the Stars
With our gleamy eyes soaked in happiness,
With our hands together, as they belong,
With you by my side, and I by yours,
On a dainty old rug.
The wintry breeze kissing our faces,
The leaves of the nearby tree, rustling in awe,
Of the magic being created out of nothing,
As we lie beneath the stars.
Our gazes fixed on the vast dotted sky,
We almost breathe as one,
A moment so tranquil,
We forget all our qualms.
My body shakes with nerves as I look at you,
I'm drawn to your perfection like a bee to a flower;
The night, now bitterly cold,
But I'm blanketed with your warmth.
I trace your lips with my finger,
Slowly as I close my eyes,
I see love ...
I will be right here,
Treading open waters
I will be right here,
You summon me to the shore
With your gaze.
Hi Ma'am Shrutee,
I really love your letters! They are seriously awesome. I am looking forward for more. I think I liked almost all of them. Thank you for sharing your letters and passion.
Keep writing and be indelible.
Despite the many long nights of working on lettrs I wondered if the stars would ever align.
And when I receive letters like yours I think they just might.
All was forgotten
Until his scent came in with the breeze.
Then all was remembered
As she realised,
Love could travel through
A million city lights.
He was like her
His presence barely acknowledged,
Yet somehow a necessity,
To see another day.
Crumble, collapse, don't be afraid to fall apart. It's okay to feel broken sometimes. It's okay to just be. For when you let yourself go and set your emotions free, only then do you find the courage to gather all your scattered pieces and become something you've always been but never really known.
And when you finally blossom, standing tall with all your might in a seemingly endless spring, you become your own discovery.
The sky meet the sea.
Them blend at a distance;
I bore witness
To the birth of a horizon.
"I love you",
he sighed into her mouth,
so softly, his lips barely moved.
It was, as if,
an exhalation of ecstasy.
A kiss, to her soul.
Let me memorise
The outline of your face,
The map of your entire body.
Let me travel around your
Cuts and curves,
Every freckle and every scar.
Let me walk through the chambers of your heart,
Through the maze that is your mind.
Let me swim through your bloodstream,
Flow through your veins.
Let me explore every inch of you,
The places no one has ever wandered into.
Let me awaken my soul,
And find myself
In the world, which you are.
Let me call you
He was just a passerby,
And even though, quite briefly so,
When he paused,
She lived a lifetime,
In the moment,
that could never pass her by.
Old photographs almost always act as triggers and make way for memories that had been sidelined for a while. You may remember them vividly or it may all be a blur. They could linger for a while or disappear in an instant. It's confounding, really, to accidentally open up a window and find something that is so accessible and yet, at the same time, so out of your reach. If only you could end up being in two places at once.
Is made up of seconds;
It goes by unnoticed,
Almost never exceptional on its own.
But when with him,
It is made up of
Goosebumps coming to life,
Eyes that won't blink,
Skin desperate to touch,
Lips afraid to interrupt,
Mind - a blank canvas,
Breaths - no more involuntary,
Smile that just won't fade,
Heart - finally comprehending love.
A minute that has me in an uproar, as I watch him hold my world together.
It is the kind that defies the very concept of time,
The kind that leaves me wanting another minute and a lifetime.
I remember ceaseless conversations, stolen glances and mix-tapes, and realising how nothingness could mean everything, sometimes. I remember your scent on my skin, my favourite perfume; my lipstick-stained mouth feeling yours break into a smile.
I remember your hand in my hand -- my heart in yours. I remember your body thrown over mine, like the warmest blanket on a shivery night. I remember knowing an unfounded, paralysing kind of fear, gnawing on my insides; the fear of not being with you, tomorrow or at all. I remember finally being able to comprehend why people wish to freeze time.
The sky was the spectator that night, while we lay counting stars in the galaxies of our eyes, and I re...
It was the kind of day
That made me question everything;
It was also the kind that had all the answers -
Each one found
In the dark hues
Of his eyes,
Set against the blues
Of the ocean.
He was a whirlpool,
And I, the ocean
in the depths of me
You talk to me and I rummage through your sentences, trying to look for hidden meanings and unspoken feelings. I carefully read between your lines and hang by every word that you ever let escape the comfort of your mouth. It's like a crossword puzzle, only without clues. I try to decipher what they could mean, but I am left ruminating in vain. It's as if I'm full to the brim and yet somehow so empty. Maybe it's all in my head. But you're made up of stardust and all things beautiful and I, of unwavering hope and you. Mostly you.