I sat by the window
To write you a letter.
A ballad.
A book.
A Sentence.
Of our lost time together.
And after.
And now.
Perhaps for eternity.
Blurry eyes spill a drop on the parchment
But the words from the ink flow incessantly.
Of promises.
Of dreams.
Of a future departed.
Time turns back to the night
When you left without looking back.
Unspoken goodbyes.
False promises.
Incomplete love.
This letter will be yet another draft.
Not burned to ashes, my fickle heart.
But you will still know, won’t you?
And just leave me with a parched rose
With the last fumes of our time?
Good one Prajakta 🙂
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Thanks Anoop!
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Beautiful.. I like those pauses between those feelings..
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Thank you so much, Parul 🙂
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So many memories within one. Beautifully written, Prajakta! A draft, not to be burned yet…. still part of life!
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Thanks a lot Erika ❤
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Lovely composition Prajakta. How beautifully this line is expressed “But the words from the ink flow incessantly”
Best wishes
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Thanks a lot for your kind words, Kamal!
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SMiLes.. my friEnd.. Prajakta..
yoUr poem here is quite
inspiRing.. second one
from last
one..
and after
writing a
third of a million
words.. in perhaps
the longest dear
John Letter
in recorded
history…
yes..
i can relate..
wITh wINks..
aS trUly wE frEE
thInkers.. feelErs..
kNoWers.. can
maKe a
metaphorse
anY reaLiTy
wE WiLL to reAl..
aS BeautY oF poEtry
iS iN tHe ShaRinG..
GiVinG.. heARt
expreSsinG
SpiRit..
iN balanCinG
soUl.. wHeRe mUse
iS juSt anotHeR woRd foR
liFe mY friEnd.. so.. thanks
for the muSe as the crediTs
roLLinG foR inSpiRAtiOn oF
LifE noW iS mUseDom…..:)
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Thanks for your kind words, dear friend. Isn’t it weird that we write such long letters but feel that we have spoken nothing at all?
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SMiLes.. True..
i rarely read what
i wrote
Pass the day
i write it..
And
When i do..
At times.. it surprises
Me that i actually wrote it..:)
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Loved the ending Prajakta! Kudos 🙂
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Thanks a bunch, Saurabh!
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The depth is enormous, flow is impeccable…the feeling is so tragic!
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Thanks Alok!
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Hey mate. I have nominated you for the “smiley thumb award”. I did because I thought you’d have something beautiful to say about smiles and happiness. Also, you have a wonderful blog.
check it out here https://transcendenceishere.wordpress.com/2016/05/05/the-smiley-thumb-award/
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What a gorgeous writer you are! Lovely words. In all your posts. Wonderful!
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Thanks a lot, Vidisha 🙂 I will be over soon to read your blog!
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“the last fumes…” — good way to express the moment!
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Good to see you back Christy 🙂 Thank you!
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Your poem here has a bit of modern taste unlike many others i have read in my life and i must say, few lines but one of my faavourates! Keep em coming 🙂 – Cezane
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Thanks a lot Cezane 🙂
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bravo… pauses were perfectly put in words
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Your poetry is lovely and so beautifully expressed.
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Thank you Tonya 🙂
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Touching and so beautiful! Happy weekend!
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Thank you Dilip 🙂
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Lovely poem indeed ! Cheers 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 I will be stopping over your blog soon!
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👍☺
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I stood there,
Below your window.
Hiding in plain sight,
As always;
Escaping a fight.
I didn’t have it in me,
The power to set you free,
That was false love that I had,
Trying to be someone I can never be.
The ashes of the burnt heart,
The fumes of our times,
Leaves me with a guilt,
That kills a little part inside.
This was very well written!
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What beautiful words, Aditya! Thank you for sharing…
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You’re welcome. Glad that you liked it.
P.S. I’ll soon go through all your work!
P.S.S those words were inspired from your poem, so credit to you too.
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