another unsent letter love,
how are u doing love. i just hope you are alive and well. i hope you are in the best of your health and wealth. you must be busy in your own world. a world where i don’t belong to. A world where I perhaps don’t exist.
today I implore you to enter into my world. and see how embellished it is with your memories. I’ve festooned the walls with great care and painted them with my tears.
I’ve myself woven this small world with the delicate threads of my unsolicited feelings. I’ve laid the bricks and cemented them with my defunct hopes.
but why am I telling you all this. you would probably not even bother to know if i am dead or alive. I hold a place so meager in you life that you wouldn’t even care to bury my soul which has your name carved.
I think I just have to go through this torment for the almighty hath bestowed me with it.
no this isn’t to make you feel felonious. it is not necessary to walk on each path we cross, isn’t it? it is not necessary to extol every grant of life, we value some things and we don’t value some.
But that doesn’t lower their worth! they are still beautiful like a diamond. A stone which turns to a most precious gem through the worst heat and pressure.
things die with time. agreed..! but sometimes dead mommies walk. The forces awaken them.
Though I might never be able to express the depth of my love in words.
but every time when I shall look into your eyes, somewhere deep down my heart, sitting in a corner would be an ephemeral hope waiting for a revival or. Perhaps waiting for life.!
Every time our paths shall cross you would notice a billion stories waiting to be heard.
you taught me that not every thing we wish for is meant to happen.
and I shall happily flaunt this sweet scar.