That day with you on the bridge
With the piercing beauty around
I stole a glimpse from your eyes
Of the home that we never found

And in the fragments of my words
All of those I ever uttered to you
Was an underlying truth so naked
Of the feeling that I never said you

That together when we struggled
Then I cared less what was around
For I was searching for it so long
And you're the home I never found

Dear thevisionarist,
Thanks. You actually know how to motivate. Most of my friends are writers. I have been fond of poetries and quotes but somehow always failed it framing it as beautifully as my friends do but seriously none of my friends motivated the way you did. Thank you so much.

Regards,
Ak

Hi friend,

I wish you all the success in 2017.
May you acheive all your dreams,
success shall be yours in all walks of life.

Let the big party called life begin in 2017.

Regards,
Rohan

Dear thevisionarist,

Thanks for being such an amazing penpal in 2016. Wish you a fulfilling 2017.

Love,
Pragati

Dear Manav,
Thank you so much. Well Nothing is late until you miss it😇😉😉
So May God bless you more! Let this year be an year of open doors for you! Let new beginnings take place!
Regards
Mary

love that streamed through your eyes
and seeped out through your smiles
so naive you are in hiding that light
that lit up my world shining bright

those unexpected intertwined fingers
and the reminiscing love still lingers
my skin still remembers your touch
and i still find myself in your clutch

you still bloom sometimes in my poetry
again messing with my heart's geometry
and so i let it just bloom and revive
it never waits for the spring to arrive

waking up to find you lie by my side
looking at you i just couldn't decide
if that is my world that's lying beside
then what is this place where i reside

now i live now in the house of history
and where the door lies is a mystery
where our memo...

Dear thevisionarist,

Thank you so much for your letter! You're an amazing writer and admire your work!

Happy New Year and I hope this year brings you nothing but happiness:)

Alma Ariana

Dear thevisionarist,

As the year is going to end I would like to thank you for being a good friend of mine and thanks for writing lovely letters and I look forward to write again with you when we get some time.

As the clock is ticking and as we are going into 2017,I would like to wish you good luck,happiness and may all your dreams come true.

I'm writing to you sooner because I don't want to miss a chance to wish you a happy new year before anyone else wishes you.
Stay blessed and keep the faith.

Happy New Year once again!

Hugs
Fairy

Someone who smiled in sorrow
To be the reason of my happiness
So selflessly satisfied with me
With all my stupid shabbiness

For me the shelter over my head
Is when she caressed my hairs
There's no places safer than her
For I am always in her prayers

She smiled when she was hungry
For she's satisfied to see me eat
But this is nothing comparable
To what she does when I entreat

There's no greater pain she has
Other than the scars on my skin
I just bow down in her church
To find mercy for each of my sin

I never used to believe in god
But I never saw any less in her
No reason is ever enough for me
To not love you more my mother

#writingpromt by po#606254

Dearest Friend,

I think of you as I write this. From where I am, I will sleep two nights and wake up to a new year. The anticipation of something big and breathtaking consumes me. You have become a part of my life, one that I chose.

They say "friends are the family we choose" and family we are. Blood may be thicker than water but words birthed by emotions and thoughts shared in depth in our writing bind us in ways blood may not be able to.

I wrote this letter to let you know that there is a piece of you in me that I've taken in the letters you have written. Whole as I may be, I am shaped by how others have touched me. More profound than I can ever explain, trust that nothing is random or...

Some danced in the brightest red
Some boasted the proud purple
But said the wise old fallen tree
To me life was never once subtle

But not a drop of regret it had
Smiling till the end it fell down
Abandoned by it's own leaves
Naked as truth it was brown

No one around ever understood
That why it smiled when it's fallen
It never bore fruits or any flowers
Now it lies contented when trodden

What they never saw and ever will
That its roots never gave up the tree
They strived hard till the end it fell
Like they never wanted to be set free

When succumbed by every leaf it had
The reason why the tree smiled wide
Not leaves but it's roots it believed in
And it's roots were always by it's side

Nev...

i was lost in the dark and starry place
when you shone in the brightest white
i walked in your shadows in the day
and you adored my skies in the night

there's no thing i ever kept from you
but there's just one to you i ever lied
that every tear that fall from my eyes
is when i yearn to just lie by your side

i was never a believer and never'll  be
but still i got my judgement day to live
i did everything right but just not one
that love was a sin and i never knew

with my heart and every inch of my soul
i worshipped you like princess of a fable
i lost the only god that i ever used to pray
now i'm nothing but your fallen angel

The smile is not the most beautiful, when it comes effortlessly. But it is, when you hold an ocean of sorrows inside, and still try to smile for someone else.

The mind is like a glass of limited capacity. And the imagination is like the overflowing bottle of wine. It's better to take one thing at a time, rather to let in more than your glass can take in, and spill your life everywhere.

It isn't love that destroys. If it destroys, then it isn't love. Love is something that allows you to be you and me to be me. Breaking the chains of desires for material and physical things that bind us. Like money, looks, fear, power and what not. It is not something that make us want these things but rather something that set us free from the restrictions of our own mind. Something that so simply and hopelessly satisfies us. Something that make us feel enough, something that make us feel at home.

I wish to have friends like me. One 5 years younger than me, to remind of the good part of me I should have carried further, but didn't. And the second, 5 years older, to learn what devastating outcomes I may engage into, if I be too innocent and ignorant of how things work in this unfair world.