Dear,
I do not find addressing this letter to your name proper. It does not serve the purpose of the Universe I created out of your Presence in your absence because your name Confines you to something singular. Your name gives you the physicality but I am the one who has fallen deep for your abstractness.
Even your absence gives me conviction of your existence. You can be anything when you are not the false identity the world has vested upon you.
For a starter, You are the home that I want to go back to after tiresome work.
I have bookmarked “Missing” in my Soul’s dictionary. ‘A word’ which is a novel by itself. A word, a painting that hangs on the wall of my conscience. I remember you but I miss you too. I have missed the chances I should have taken and I miss you on my curtain less Chat window.
You are the words you type, bigger than life. Since, you are not a name I have the liberty to call you “Magic”. You add life to those soulless stickers. Do the magic that you have been doing, take my life and replace it with yours.
I will be you and we will be us but not a name. We shall be the bond of respect, faith and understanding. We shall be the conviction itself and the existence will follow.
Kiss me with your presence when you are absent. Embrace me with your life.
Let me ask you again, will you take my life and replace it with yours?
Yours
we were distant apart yet wore it
ReplyDeletelike a breaking sparkling bright
though my eyes may haunt you forever
your abstruse lines will blaze your desire
down deep in your core feels ache quite real
ironic twist of fate that lowers me down
do you think that I feel any different?
that it’s easy for me to shirk this off as nothing?
your words has strangled this free expression
resurrecting the same situation from another lifetime
now, I am the wind on a desolate mountain
you are my ice capped peaks where air is nonexistent
we compliment each other in some God forsaken realm
in your mind, you ask yourself why?
all I ever wanted was to know you
somewhere a alabaster angel stands silent by a grave
Is this it? Only your pen will ever know that answer
I don't know what the context is but the sadness is beautiful and I hope you have faith on your hope.
DeleteP.s. My pen rather doesn't know the answer. I am the Brain Behind the pen and the so-called Brain behind the pen is Clogged by loads of self fabricated Pain to be the answer to anything.
And the shoulder blades protrude through the skin on her back
DeleteThere’s not much left of her now
It’s gone too far
When she can count something which should not be visible
When she can feel all which should not be felt
When she can see yet be blinded, her regard clouded by all what the mirror reflects
Her mindset is numb.
And where once her heart used to lie, rests only a shadow
With the setting of the sun, so weakens the shade, and darkness falls
Embraced with fear it embeds her every bone
By now she knows, This is it.
Uhh..What? You are making Masterpieces as if it is on your finger tip. I am rather being overwhelmed by jealousy.
DeleteIt’s amazing, life.
DeleteHow one day a stranger
Grown friend the next
Best Buddies a day after
Blooming souls follow
Full blossomed and brought to life
Bees and wind help spread the seeds of fruitful beauty
Yet petals fall and wither
But rooted, in shadow preparing for a season change
Years pass
Once a lonesome bloom turned flowering meadow
Strangers no more
From one day to the next.
I am so Intrigued by this spontaneous but step by step revelation. You always stood up to your Name. Indeed an Anonymous You.
DeleteConfused By the sides of the poems
The flips are more confusing
Are you pulling me away
Or Getting Pulled
Hey Bad Ass Anonymous, First off, I guess you have a bad Ass to name yourself bad Ass anonymous as I see non of your action as Bad Ass. If only your name was "Mr-I-Have-Comment-Everywhere", I wouldn't find it so hard to believe. Secondly, I am an anonymous here. You see, I can be anybody, even the person to whom the above blog post is dedicated. And, My so-called doppelganger, If you are to visit blog post with your level of intelligence and IQ, I reckon you would feel such inferiority complex more than often.
DeleteP.S: I was not showing off. If you think I was showing off, you are free to do so.
You. I am spellbound, may be. But this sense of vague proximity is giving me Butterflies.
DeleteThat sums up everything for me.
DeleteHey, I posted a comment earlier too but I don't know why It wasn't published. Maybe it is some technical glitch or you deliberately removed it. My point, I didn't post that above comment. Just because I was posting as anonymous, somebody took an advantage of the situation. And hey, our pact is still on. No more anonymity. I shall meet you very soon. Till then, Keep guessing.
DeleteI am through with this.
DeleteToo bad, He lets his keyboard do the writing. So, I guess, This is it!
ReplyDeleteMillions of questions,
ReplyDeletewithout a single response
and yet to still believe they exist,
Isn't that hope?
I do not understand why the post is being perceived other than the intention it was typed with. And no the so-called letter is not intended to the person you think it is intended to.
ReplyDeleteIt was rather written 4 months ago for my Highschool Sweetheart (Sadly a One Sided Appreciation) because I kinda missed admiring her.
She is a Kickass when it comes to expressing herself using Chatroom Stickers. So there is no need to post cheesy one liners and deep four liners. And thus "You add life to those soulless stickers."
And Yeah the Four Liner was an awesome treat.